Текст песни Абу Джохар - Опять апрельский снегопад

I will leave in the snowfall
Traces not leaving.
Under the white curtain
Under soft heat.
And there, in the hands of the next May,
There were those who were not lucky.
Remained the same as we went once
Remained unknown, in the ground ...
Oh, how so ...
Forgive us guys ...

... with a cartridge, not spent in the trunk,
They are still running in their attack.
And the cry of desperate flies to heaven ...

Under the snowfall, someone cried.
And these tears ...
These voices ...

Spring.
April.
Pensive faces.
Sound speeches sounds.
I'm flying and can't stop ...
Over the warm light of wax candles ...