Текст песни Маргарита Чикалина - Светлым снегом улицы припорошены

Bright snow street priporoshit,
And the trouble is living for seven locks.
And we loved, only to good
Get used to, my God, get used to.

... And everywhere he - your infinitely small,
Hopelessly great, train fragile ...
Under scarf - spit on his feet - boots,
And again at the gate but in the alleys

With interior - Spring surely come,
Proleski bloom, weep roof.
Because you and sing-liked by,
That's why you live and how you breathe.

And no matter what happens out there in the future -
By January, July, April, May ...
I did know what words you love,
And what - crying. And your world - I know,

What it all - chip winged blades,
Where shines, the wind distorted sun -
It is not necessary at the edge of a bottomless abyss,
And I broke
                   or
                           exactly
                                          It fails.