Текст песни Аркадий Дубинчик - Похолодало

The oboe rings on the pavement
Tram ways
Again not with you today
Have a good pop.
I hugged another neck
With a fine hand
And, deceived, she found
Instant only.

And the season is like fate
And there is no salvation
Trees with leaves from the forehead
They are getting bald
But comes through a thunderstorm
Through laughter and arrogance
Bloody ice in the eye
Stuck August.

Do not worry at dawn
Alatau
In other latitudes in the yard
It got colder
Tram rolls on rails
All the wilderness, the wilderness ...
And you, of course, are not right,
But it is better.

It got colder. That's all.
And you can’t fix it.
And the wheel runs
On the sleepers keys.
And there is no answer to the cold
And no question
And fingers roam the frets
And the distance of whiteness ...