Текст песни Настя Каменских и Сергей Зверев - Потолок ледяной, дверь скрипучая

At the edge of the forest
Winter lived in a hut
She salted snowballs
In the birch tub.
She twisted yarn
She weaved canvases
Forged ice
Yes, over the rivers bridges.

The ceiling is ice
The creaky door
Behind a rough wall
The darkness is prickly
How do you go beyond the threshold
Frost everywhere
And from the windows of the parks
Blue is blue.
The ceiling is ice
The creaky door
Behind a rough wall
The darkness is prickly
How do you go beyond the threshold
Frost everywhere
And from the windows of the parks
Blue is blue.

I went hunting
Faceted silver
Planted a thin month
In a crystal bucket.
She sewed fur-trees
Toril sleigh ride
And then I hurried to the forest,
To relax in the hut.

The ceiling is ice
The creaky door
Behind a rough wall
The darkness is prickly
How do you go beyond the threshold
Frost everywhere
And from the windows of the parks
Blue is blue.
The ceiling is ice
The creaky door
Behind a rough wall
The darkness is prickly
How do you go beyond the threshold
Frost everywhere
And from the windows of the parks
Blue is blue.