Текст песни Костя Дом - Эх,Мороз,Мороз

Kostya House Eh Frost Frost
1 Pope Hey Frost Frost
Do not frost me
On the street minus degrees
And I sit at home fucking
On the street cold-February, hurricanes probably felt
On the street there is no guys; they are sitting in the house
The house is better
Of course
There is a cup of cookies
The house has everything you need
And frost on the street