Текст песни Александр Фролов - Противоречия

Still crack frosts
And snow creaks while.
But wind smell rose
Printed from afar.

To change the psam
Flood flots -
Feathered minesters
With swirls in lips.

And at least the arrival of spring is always pleased with us,
We still be sad in the depths of the soul.
What if this snow is the last in life - falls?

Such contradictions
Full of our whole life:
Then wires, then meetings
Optimism is instilled in us.

And at least the care of winter is always pleased with us,
We still be sad in the depths of the soul.
What if this snow is the last in life - falls?

(Alexander Frolov)