Текст песни Аука - Аука. Ожидания снега-блюз.

Are you still waiting?
Snow?
You go out alone - to watch the horizon?

Take your time, everything has its own time.
Write your will to the wind.
So that he can.
To have time to whirl the snow in the blues style.

Are you still waiting?
Losing friends
And the meaning.
Washing away the traces
From the roads no one has ever tread.

Are you still waiting?
And it doesn't snow.
The snow has its own plans.
Or he just forgot about winter and sings somewhere
Blues about taking your time.
And that everything has its own term.
To have time to whirl the snow in the blues style