Текст песни Дафна - От виска до весны

Taxi route ,
Misted windows , winter.
Mota dog through the woods,
A whistling in my ears all the silence .

And in the back of my tongue wolf !
Stoned dim light ...
Affairs of the cycle is not important,
Twisting and so we all .

Revolution presses calm
And again in the war you !?
And again beaten in an attempt to
Become at least above zero !?

You smell of winter and frost
Lies on top of thoughts .
We're trying not to freeze all ,
Leaving a trail of blood .

I lace sneakers,
And shook his fists flag ,
Spend black stripes
Cheeks from the temple until the spring .