Текст песни Ефрем Амирамов - Мороз

Frost draws on glass
Slightly strange paintings
And we again sit in warm
And again at the stove warm back.

Nature creates something,
And the snow falls minutes,
And life like snow, burn a little
Unprepared faces.

Will be held years, dozens of years,
Snow falls and melts again,
And in hair your white color
Everyone gives a little.

In life, at the end,
See in the mirror, sighing,
Life burns on face,
And in the hair trail of the past