Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - По снегу, летящему с неба...

The snow flying from the sky,
Deep white snow,
In that lies my sadness,
To you, breathless from running,
On the mountain his hurry.

By morning, the land falls asleep
And the snow falls asleep himself,
That was someone warm.
Only I, fleeing from melancholy,
Pray that I skidded.

        And the channels pull hand gray to me.
        And in their hands is not white snow melts.
        And in their hands is not white snow melts.

Play me, gentle violin.
Dawns. Written postscript
And filled with wax bleed.
It is time, burst shot, and with a cry,
I'm in the snow fall on the shoulder.

        Would you like this song not listen.
        Slam the door - will not be easier.
        Not only stirs my soul.
        Just do not disturb my wounds.

        Again the stars fall from the sky,
        Again, do not have time to think of.
        I live like it is not too late ...
        Only just not be able.