Текст песни Алексей Кириленко - Странные сны

Here again winter and again cold yes snow
and the sweaters of the Purga do not see two steps not a fig
and we look with hope where the spring stuck
we are tired of long white winter sleep

Porus- White Dahl What sadness
Snow covered fields
and nude will be stood with poplar

What a ball-carnival in this winter cold palace
Slowly circle pairs and mask on each face
I catch someone's strange lifeless look
And frost on the back God like me to go back

Pellen- strange white winter dreams
Snow covered fields
and nude will be stood with poplar

Someone in Savan white fits sickly to me
Whether God, whether death in the middle of it or in a dream
and in the hands of his bowl with wine or poison how to know
I want to drink me and can pick up

chorus.

I asked the winter how can you understand your dreams
and dried up cold night winter
We do not know where the trouble is waiting for us and not me
But my snake is quietly sleeping on my chest.