Текст песни Контингент - Белый пух

White fluff again
Among the poplars is spinning.
It’s not easy for me
Served without your love.
Poplar dismissed
The branches under the window are long.
Why are you silent,
Don't you send me letters, honey?

The machine is in the hands
Sadness, sadness in the eyes We wear
Long line
Day after day By autumn.
And when it comes
Dembel in the spring, come true,
With the songs we go through
In the familiar streets.

Time will fly by
with sadness and longing, we recall:
In the moonlit silence
Stations, and friends.
Kilogay gray-haired
My battle regiment On the sand.
I walked here
His youth is in boots.