Текст песни Кирилл - Зима в профике

G B Em C
Nekrasov wrote all about the winter cold
Today I met her outside
G c
She didn’t find me superfluous
B em c
And with sharp nails painted her back

Duty night all awake at the entrance
To my house, but the weather got there
And I have nowhere to go from her
And from her love you can’t get out

G Bm D7
Of course, everything that happens in the world
Em C G D7
Successfully attributed to the power
What turns intercontinental air
                              B7
And marks in all weather forecasters
C Em C Em
And do we judge - to be her or not to be
B7 Em G B
Only prairie stones know, golden ring
All religious buildings have a sick face

In a period of endless perturbations
In all matters, I did not have enough graces
In the hours of frozen and frozen weekdays
They have not visited my house for a long time

In my chambers I am now open
All windows - I brought a heater!
But still that permafrost
In my soul still blooms