Текст песни Лора Бочарова - 9 января

In the poisoned wine
clogged amber -
as a drop of hot sleeping in the ashes of the fireplace.
Behind the door in silence
ruled in January
Kuta and its year old quilt.

Your windowsill clean as a moment of creation,
Line will not touch the sheet,
A smoke tends upward,
The ninth day - and it is your birth.
From festive wreaths holly has not been removed ...

In the snow-covered yard
two lines of tracks
and in the line of fate so many loops.
Two nights in January -
you were not ready for them,
in snowy soul wind howled.

You unknown shield against predictions.
Your sky is broken,
And the snow flies, flies ...
And with sharp shoulders slides her touch.
Two nights in January, when the soul hurts ...

Here, the clock ticks,
blinking monitor
Adrenaline is a metro area.
Balance of hostile forces,
bonded contract
frost on the windows ink pen.

My love for you - frozen pendulum:
Do not shake the scales do not change the axis -
I otmolit you from the darkest forces.
... Along the line of lights rushing on the night taxi ...