Текст песни Зимавсегда - Мальчик из бабочек

As a boy of butterflies droppers tubes red armbands not dare touch
As a boy of butterflies bolt gaechek - should have to grieve roar

Varya hurries home
Cooking with downcast eyes
And so quietly beside me
And for me the other
And hardly back now
It does not become me I

Cigarette butts are over
Tears ran
So I could not resist so I wanted
Extinguished inside something
cracked loudly
So I did not wake up
It could not stand

Varya hurries home
Someone rang I knew
They do not reach me
And for me the other
Pacific cold steel
It does not become me I