Текст песни 1991 - История Аквариума. Архив. Том III - Трудовая пчела

D G D
I - work bee on the white snow;
      G D
Work bee on the white snow.
             C
I make my rounds under glass;
Hm B
We have become friends; I know what will happen next.
    G A D
I know it will, and I can not do anything.

You live here, your leaves in the wind;
I'm just a guest here, I is valuable because it will go.
We keep trying to heat, as children in the winter forest;
Our hands in the fire, our body weight;
I'll tell you & quot; hello & quot ;, with that in mind.

A comb honey waiting, vibrant and alive.
In my comb honey waiting; you know it, it's yours.
Open my doors to its silent key;
I have a sweet joy; I'm scared to become
executioner.
But one goes along with the others while waiting for honey in the comb.

I - work bee on the white snow;
Work bee on December white snow.
I make my rounds under glass;
We have become friends; I know what will happen next.
I know I will, but I can not do anything.