Текст песни Александр Громов - Пахнет морем у киоска

It smells of the sea at the kiosk , came the laughter ,
svezhestrugannye board sweeps snow
anguish and your reasons for , and consequences of , no,
Only everything indistinguishable leaving a trace.
A dawn in the morning will not be - a blizzard outside ,
wind from the sky spit poking snow.
And thy repose lie veil
kolyhnuv tree trunks ( soft singing ) all about us about us
Black Point Crow restarts his words ,
sun white crown - the memory forever.
Others were others will be ... years as water,
of old people used to say it does not matter Mount