Текст песни Юрий Шевчук - Январским вечером храним

January evening store,
Under the ice domes
Standing invisible sound,
Keep the ground, but not you.
You are constantly in the side,
Like death, and are beyond the close,
Nevertheless, beautiful,
As dreams of World at War.

I understand that you
Like me, pretty much,
And not decorate your eyes
My hard road.
But I am looking raschu words
You dedicate every evening,
How to explain the sky falcon,
Like bread, knower of the millstones.

Today is Christmas night,
Star crumble on candles,
And we solemsya in one,
And he will take, and he will answer.
And lead us down the aisle,
At the altar will open secret,
That everything is not accidental,
And death for life - not the end.

January evening store
Under the ice domes
Silent invisible sound,
Keep the earth - and all of you ...