Текст песни Александр Маршал - Белый пепел

In the winter the fire so bright ,
That through it flicker dreams
A snow - only white ash ,
Not spacecraft ever to visit the spring

And this fire storm -
Just an old game
We are in our dreams burned each other ,
To bask in the light from the fire

 White ash circling above the ground ,
 White ash burn in his eyes ...
 We lit these dreams in the sky ,
 To return to Earth with you ...

When love enters into the habit ,
I'll go out in the evening in the courtyard,
Out of the box 'll get a match
And winter kindle fire

And scatter our chains ,
Blazing in the sky until the morning ...
A snow - only white ash ,
Only the ashes from the fire ...