Текст песни Александр Заборский - На запретке воробьи

The dome is blue in hand,
You are for, Maman, do not measles,
That snowflakes melt on the lips,
And I have time and what to say there ...
And spirits smiling again
Bearded tell me anecdote,
I, mom, I will remember
And the vertium after all will not understand.

And on the renewing sparrows
Days they counted until spring
They tired of freeze,
What a matter!
And in a month there will be a kmar,
ENE ENSE FEBRUARY,
I'm in Picacket still wind
On lawlessness.

From frost chalk
And guitar in the grid of wrinkles,
About the prontimate a lot of songs sang,
There are many reasons for this.
And she is not the first one,
Her life is about my
But I will go out, a couple of years will pass
And she calls me again.

And on the renewing sparrows
Already consider the days of spring,
They are tired of freezing
What a matter!
In a week there will be a kmar,
Almost ended February
I'm in Picacket still wind
On lawlessness.