Текст песни Антоха Муракаев - падает снег

Falling snow, swept up the way-road
Dark night dozing quietly in the doorway.
Spark Candle trembling shadows on the glass shaking.
I miss you without you

I like a candle burns down, I'm melting like a candle
I miss you without you

Who are you now, you who are now so fond of?
Dark Night of conscience will judge us.
If something was wrong, I'm not arguing, I repent,
I come to confess his head.

On the snow-covered paths, all chilled to the bone
I come to confess his head.

Snow is falling on hand, shedding tears
And beat on the glass, ice roses
I know one truth: "the young blizzard frost!
I need you, I do not need "

On the snow-covered paths, all chilled to the bone
I come to confess his head.