Текст песни Мария Фроловская - Снег на бархатных перчатках

Snow on the velvet gloves, on a silver embroidery
Echoes, prints, alleys haunting music
Coffee-smell in the summer and in the fragrant semidarkness
Tepleyut candles, burning down voices and sounds ...

Along the boulevards, like a bird ringed Moscow
Home and stops and roads snow
Fly with you in hand, the young man had a dream in the morning
With golden eyes and funny hope

So today let's dream, not a dream, but close
Cuddle white foreheads to the window frame
First snow - a time to wake up early
To again be deceived them and us

Snow on velvet gloves on satin ribbon
Drawstring slippers and long eyelashes
From coffee shops smell tenderness, cinnamon, summer
Whether the wind on the lips, and whether silk thread ...

Towers and spiers touching losing feathers
The head is not spinning, not scary
First snow with you to celebrate as the first
Day of creation, which was nothing important ...

Snow on the velvet gloves, on a silver embroidery
Echoes, prints, alleys haunting music
Coffee-smell in the summer and in the fragrant semidarkness
Tepleyut candles, burning down voices and sounds ...

© Maria Frolovskaya