Текст песни РисБо - Черная зима

Figure - Black Winter
(Stylization under B. L. Pasternak)

Shine like a child's eyes
On the branches of rain beads.
I am missing the days of the last film
And, the desired frame does not find

I froze like icicle,
On the black roof of February.
Neither the warm bank of Acapulco
Neither the Elysees fields

I will not replace our winter,
She, windows scratching windows,
I will kill my back in the back,
As before in the back Pope I am.

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City trapped snowpone,
As it should be left before summer.
And I screwed to the lips frozen
Silencer cigarette.

Prospect do not hear a shot
Emotions, words. Only smoke.
Anxiously snow with quick steps,
Want to hide from emptiness.

Run Steps and railing.
And with the shoes scraps to slush.
February, do not get the ink!
Tired. I will no longer cry.

Music: Escape The Day - If I Told You