Текст песни Ветошкин Александр - Пальмы

Tell me how the door raging snowstorm ,
as the winter draws patterns on the windows .
These trees have long tired of stupid ,
and the heat just crazy .

Tell me , how was your holiday birthday .
As always , all drunk , probably in umat ...
Forgive me for thy tears in those moments ,
when the lights before going to bed in the bedroom gasish itself .

Do not forget the words that spoke of the heart .
Do not torment yourself with thoughts and do not be jealous .
I am silent . No, we have not yet disconnected -
just dream of your kiss .

( C) A.Vetoshkin