Текст песни Андрей Венцерев - У окна

Poems by Arthur Glushkov

January wrote me a white snow letter without paper
I read it, touching my lips to the glass
And the grizzled snowstorm is longing for a man
Crying, as if she realized her dream.

Pour a bottle or two in the weather
Yes, at least with a devil in an embrace, dance on the table.
Only, it’s a pity, I increasingly miss the wine
Yes, and with a devil in an embrace, alas, not for me.

I would kneel before heaven, before God,
Yes, ask for forgiveness, for others, for myself,
But forgot all the prayers, too many sins,
To the cross high, far to the king.

And in a torn dirty colorful shirt
I will not growl on a blizzard, as in delirium ...
January wrote me a white snow letter without paper
I read it, touching my lips to the glass