Текст песни Александр Авагян - Здесь не веют ветры...

This is not the blowing winds, the stars do not burn,
 Will break the beam moment you think, dear sight.
 Only the following chain of torn on the rocks,
 Tear off his hands, the taste of the earth on the lips.

 And working in the rubble drops
 And grow magic flowers, no spring ...
 A blizzard rages over us,
 And we have dark and light ... the sound of silence

 Bullets swept many years ago,
 The painting is left on the wall of the machine.
 Cases rustle underfoot, ringing.
 Here, the war has left its mark, scary trail.

 And working in the rubble drops
 And grow magic flowers, no spring ...
 A blizzard rages over us,
 And we have dark and light ... the sound of silence

 Sparks crystals lined path in silence,
 In a wild dance all around it froze.
 We need to look into the heart of the earth,
 It started up around a cigarette - and in a way.

 And over us rampaged April
 You stayed there, among the spring these days.
 And we sleep in crystals snowstorm
 White silver swirl dreams, your dreams ...