Текст песни Максим Валюх - Зима прибудет на 4-й путь

Winter comes on the fourth way
As the winner of days fallen cross .
And we still have to spin
Transparent cold wheels.
Catch signal trickling out of cells
And maybe it flashes sparkle
In winter dim sky
How to vote your favorite Firebird .
Again freeze tube with laces ,
And Fine handbags and purses .
Leave overnight notches on the cheeks ,
Settles morning with frost on the eyelids .
We will close the prison - room ,
Wave goodbye blankets .
When suddenly it begins to move winter -
On the sled glided behind her along the tracks .