Текст песни Никита Дорофеев - Китовая колыбельная

in half to the onset of cold
Under the spicy coarse houses of the forted.
In winter, at home are like humpbat
whales.
How slowly their backs and tails
Teach between our abrasion and probins.
how much between me and you
water.
You look out somewhere in the hands
And Mashaty me through the nights and fogs.
Houses allowed white fountains
And in the white snow replete fins.
And everything around, and even we and you,
involved in some very strange
Some naive film widescreen,
which is called winter.
The night passes, circles diverge.
Whales My real estate and snowflaps.
and dream of them as devoted and gentle
You look out somewhere in the hands
And Mashech me ...