Текст песни Артём Стрельцов и гр.С4астье - Стук

Music - Vlad Konovalov

Knock in a cold winter evening
on the threshold - the guest is unexpected
go to the fire, makes me,
We will breed.

Snow, pure snow
On the ground from the edge to the edge.
We are a whole century
In the dark sit, we wonder.

You have questions about
I do not remember where the answers.
I wanted to listen to you
And learn your secrets.

Tell about this cage -
how to break out
how to break the castle iron
Do not freeze in the evil struing ...

how to see the century
pick up clouds
resist the wind
Do not dance on a feast?

I will live or not
in a thousand years
And whether home will come back ...
What should I do with me?

But my guest is unexpected
Just smiled quietly.
looked - breathed hope
He disappeared, and I woke up.

Knock in a cold winter evening
tilted the expectation -
on the threshold was empty,
Only glare from Susiana.