Текст песни Алина Михайловская - Минус тридцать - мороз не детский

Alina Michael's

Minus thirty - frost children.
Anywhere from him not to go.
Alone, because there is nobody,
I walk Nevsky Prospect.
Drifting snow rushes thin snake,
And I want to run away from here
In a country where degrees Fahrenheit
In a country where Greenwich Mean Time.

But from the north of Palmyra
Far from the fogs of England.
And trembling, was taken over the world,
In the frozen white sky angel.
For Fontanka at the turn
I see a boy in a blue scarf,
He keeps notes under his arm -
& Quot; Thirty-Two Etudes for Harp & quot ;.

Listen, boy, went all to hell.
What studies batter uselessly ?!
Blue scarf was changed to black,
Throw harp, buy shotgun.
Fulfil accuracy eyes.
Practise, shoot for hares.
You'll be a sniper - class,
After you have golden fingers !!!

And I have nothing on fit,
Neither the music nor the shooting,
And indeed in this weather
Run home to let go to bed would.
I'll go hijacking trolley
And the trolley ukachu
In a country where my house - my fortress,
In a country where Greenwich Mean Time.

There's easy to pretend to be honest,
There's easily lost in the city,
Settle in the Chelsea neighborhood
Or, say, in Baker - street.
But it will be at night dreaming
The sound of the harp's crazy
The frozen at minus thirty angel ...
Deserted city. Blizzard. Winter.