Текст песни Гарик Кричевский - Падает снег

My favorite Lena!

Falling snow on Red Hair
Somewhere in the distance the dawn comes alive
You are so gentle and high your voice
Louder than my singing nightingale.

Three rushing on the road sonorous
Sleeps sweet dream my dear
As God gave you those shapely legs
And these lovely gentle your eyes.

You are like a flower, a surprisingly simple
Growing up suddenly in the snow between the rocks
I would not live, that would not passable
If you even for a moment lost.

Flows champagne, glasses fight
Stupid jokes babbling crowd
But why your lips so ala
And why so long eyelashes.

I've seen a lot of beautiful women
But I get round women captives.
You're different, you wonder, you diva
I'm lost, I'm at your knees.

Three rushes down a dark road,
Sleep soundly and forests and fields.
As God gave you those shapely legs
And lovely, kind your eyes.

Vitaly Kasatkin