Текст песни Александр и Михаил Платовы - Покров

Not about love autumn
Watercolor clouds
Multiply my feelings
First snow on the Shroud.
Warm, bright, lively
Snow Snow young,
Let him the hero of the winter
But it is not blowing in the winter.

What a good
This holiday Shroud,
Wreath of happiness sovёsh
From snowflakes, flowers
Suppose that far away spring,
But the triumph of the soul,
In April, without a bottom
Oct. nature.

Is there degrees of wine,
Women's magic hands,
Lasky them for me,
As if the sky kinship.
About love without change
White clouds,
Their lyricism - not decay
We understand without words.

He brightens up the school speech
Earth snowpack:
My poet, I'm yours
Muse best poems!

What a good
This holiday Veil!