Текст песни Наталё и Сэм Квинта - Был февраль

It was February .
It was cold .
It was evening.
Time cures,
memory cripples .
everything happened
of contradictions
everything was decided
at the last moment.

That February.
That frost
and wind.
Life is composed
of centuries .
They do not lay out
in the Internet,
Do not draw on them
patent.

I'm not sorry.
I'm cold
just.
I'm up to the sky
not enough growth.
Stars - this is my
issues
For that
no answers .

Natalё