Текст песни Юрий Панюшкин - Скрывается солнце...

Hides the sun for further spruce,
And the evening comes in an embrace with a snowstorm.
In a desperate waltz down the slope spinning,
And our tent the music dream.

For those mountains, spring harnessed,
It should be under steam train our green,
And on the train with you this sad we
With so quietly end of winter.

Guys, guys, all the time,
We'll leave once nomadic.
But our concern, hope and flags
Give way to another stroller.

And the sun will disappear for further spruce,
And the evening return to the arms of a snowstorm.
And the white sheet of snow waltz
In the tent far someone will dream.