Текст песни Алексей Еремеев - Зимнее солнце

Winter sun, forgive my fire,
Windy response of a silent sky.
My prayers begin every time
When on the heart of the stench.

Winter sun, forgive my fire,
Game patterns of a glass miracle.
And alcohol on the veins quietly every time
When on the heart reservation.

Current games, World Bazaar,
Who buys, and someone went.
At night, I do not know, but someone said,
We almost burned until you slept.

New, it seems so new, which is already
Turning along the seams, they rotted all the threads.
My phone is on your priese
Spat the goodcom: Speak, say ...

Winter sun, forgive my fire,
The heart does not need to shrill.
My beasts begin every time
When on the heart of the night.

Winter sun, forgive my fire,
I do not say anywhere to return.
And returned to noisy cities,
When the pain is on the heart.