Текст песни Антон Чайка - Зминяя пенся

More often I am left thinking with myself
Strange sun shines smoothly through the windows oh
Let the snowflakes fly past the rooftops
Falling asleep in an even layer of past mistakes

Avvariyka flashes on the side of a Lada
The girl drives famously at rush hour by cars
Everyone decides how to behave
But everyone wants to say hi mama at home

And under the mood in the ears a cheerful beat
And someone's look is simply impossible to forget
Snow flies overhead, falling asleep in Russia
The city in white on the windows patterns frost

Twenty-four but in the hands of Sasha's sleigh
From the mountain as in childhood, well, everyone knows about it
The mood is normal above the Ostankino tower
Well let's go remember how it used to be

Someone will spend the evening alone
Why doesn't he call and think only about her
And she will put the phone on silent mode
So that Maxim does not wake up with a night call

Will slowly leave the minibus in the evening
Will go shopping and try on hundreds of skirts
Take a taxi back through the city at night
Remembering in the back how it was with them

Cloudy morning eight o'clock out of habit
Exit from the hotel collar higher
The crossroads is flashing green it will run
By the zebra, well, take a closer look who is there on the right

Brakes whistle not strong blow an instant
She jumped out in tears as you apologize
And he looked into her deep brown eyes
Enchanted asked forgot where the brakes?

Taped a fall scratch on my left hand
She put me in the car together and drove to her
she treated him for a long time smeared with iodine cried
With me this is the first time I will not drive anymore

Met a day later he called her first
Let's take a walk, you know I'm in Rostov for another week
And at the airport he proposed to her
And oddly enough, the story has a happy continuation

Warmest under the covers at seven in the morning
Right at that moment when it's time to get up
Even if the thermometer shows minus thirty
If only the wind doesn't burn our faces too much

We need to finish things waiting since yesterday
Often the wife talking in a dream cheers
It's time to change personality on your heels
Winter is brighter than before, as it is not usual

On the windowsill by the misted glass
Thoughts come, I'm a mare, it's time to change something
By dawn I lost my train of thought
Where the threads lead now I hardly find

Sunny snow mixed with snow
Fireworks at a height that has never been
have the properties of desire to always come true
When a star flies in the sky with sparks

Fireworks at a height that has never been
Sunlight mixed with snow
When a star flies in the sky with sparks
Have the properties of Desires always come true