Текст песни Люся Шмаракова - Гладит щеки...

Stroking the cheeks puffy snow
Silently lights blink .
My black-eyed man ,
How beautiful here , look!
Do you hear ? There, in transit, again
A voice hops and young,
And beastly hot blood
Wandering in the veins of the guitar strings ,
And reigns pensive snow
On gay people strangers,
And you know? - It seems to me ,
What's you're still alive ...