Текст песни Борис Вершинин - Нелётная погода

Crescent non-flying weather,
Crescent no letters, no newspapers,
And children don’t go to school these days,
Today there are no classes for children.
And children don’t go to school these days,
Today there are no classes for children.

Nobody promises us gold rubles,
Us to work after the snow bullets.
Crescent raging among the streets
One blizzard is like ten thousand storms.
Crescent raging among the streets
One blizzard is like ten thousand storms.

And the city, the white city, is full of snow,
It is covered on the second floor.
And planes don't fly up to the sky
Today it is the sky below the roofs.
And planes don't fly up to the sky
Today it is the sky below the roofs.

No words, it's hard for us. Yes, of course, hard!
But I don’t see the aching guys.
For these snowstorms and for these people
I test myself.
For these snowstorms and for these people
I test myself.