Текст песни Ключевое слово - Тоска

At the door of my not stand, Tosca
Do not look that turned off the sound
I dance in silence foxtrot.
I also have a magical ear
At the door of my not stand winter
Not for nothing in the yard in April
Not for nothing did I go this way
Barefoot, but do not close the door
I scold small animals
In someone else's burrow, but in a strange comfort
Somewhere just go barefoot where something like, well, and where they drink
I mean this is not one
My fatal symbolic-blues
In my head it sounds in the morning
Come - could share ..
I'm not greedy, and not out of malice
I banish winter and longing,
But today, in the morning
I suddenly change taste.

At the door of my not stand, Tosca
Do not look that turned off the light
I paint in the dark portrait
I also have a magical sight
At the door of my not stand winter
Not for nothing is a house full of water
So you have melted
So no longer go syudy ..
I scold small animals
In whose thoughts, dreams, etc.
Who then was too potot
Identity are not lucky
I do not mean this one ..
My fatal symbolic-blues
In my head it sounds in the morning
Come - could share ..
I'm not greedy, and not out of malice
I banish winter and longing,
But today, in the morning
I suddenly change taste.

At the door, do not stand my longing
Do not look I'm alone again
I do not need anyone else
That's because you are now prognyat
At the door of my not stand winter
Come closer to November
That's when I lose my mind
And of course, the door opened ..