Текст песни Колмыков А. Луньков И. - Шуба с дуба

Everything falls out snow
And melts, melts, melts.
Why did I give the word
Trees and spring,
What the first drops
I'll find me another
And that green noise
Will appear in me?

Chorus:
Cold Clear Hour
Lit burns strip.
Why I saw wine
And cried, and noisy?
I did not want
Such echo
Such longing
I did not want at all.

I complained about snow,
I cursed the weather
I repeated the words
Empty hot.
But how could I blame
Beloved nature
That soul hurts
And the conscience burns yet?

Chorus

All lives in time,
Nothing disappears.
It's nobody's fault,
Meanwhile in the window
Everything falls out snow
And melts, melts, melts,
As if the word gave
Trees and Spring

Chorus.