Текст песни 8. Танцующий Невский - Летняя зима

This lovely picture you up myself,
Having created it out of music and light.
Do you think the picture painted - Winter
And I think - Silver summer.
So, whether a snowy field, then, whether the Lake of the Woods,
Laden with fog and cool,
You have me with him in the corner draw,
But more than anything it is not necessary.

You - my Summer Winter
My winter Summer.
You of music and light itself
From music and light - Light!

I know that there is the forest wooden house,
Their peace nor rain, nor snow will not be disturbed.
On what she looks like - this Summer Winter
Well, of course, you like it.
You have the same secret light illuminated from the inside,
Only I can not rest for a guarantee.
I'll hang your gift over the bed by the window,
To us you are not separated for ever.