Текст песни СЕВЕРО-ВОСТОК - Предчувствие пути

Under the smell of the sky from the window
The snow is crying, knocking down dreams.
But the night is still long
And this is not spring -
Just a premonition of spring
Just a premonition.

Pieces of a sunny day
They dissolve in the blood.
But this is not a fire
Just a sip of fire
Just a premonition of love
Just a premonition.

Under the pointed bulan rays of the sunset,
Under the indifferent and sleepy gaze of the stars, cold.
Under the pointed bulan rays of the sunset,
Under the indifferent and sleepy gaze of the stars, cold.

Along the erased line of fate
Directions not found.
Do not choose roads, do not find paths -
Just a premonition of the way
Just a premonition.

Through the tear-stained snows
From whose tears dreams melt.
Just a sip of fire
And stay there -
Waiting for Spring,
Waiting for Spring.

Under the pointed bulan rays of the sunset,
Under the indifferent and sleepy gaze of the stars, cold.
Under the pointed bulan rays of the sunset,
Under the indifferent and sleepy gaze of the stars, cold.

Cold, cold, cold