Текст песни 0712 - Застывший пейзаж

Frozen landscape on an old window,
I see it all, because I want to.
Well, I do not know what's behind the window,
It hurts at the thought that soon the heat.

Falling snow, like a poplar fluff.
I beg you, do not talk loud.
I also hear the snow fall.
Why do you think that you can only hear the sound?

On the frozen landscape of the old window.
What will you leave? What will you give me?
All that I want - do not come true dream
And when I wake up, it will be forgotten.

Ott box on the arrival of spring,
And the snow will move into a practical sound.
But I will not forget about winter dreams
That helped me to go to the distant sound of spring.