Текст песни Максим Жигновский - Зима

WINTER

Whitened
winter has crystallized the window,
She looks like a girl
but in fact an irrepressible widow,
How to curl
will sing in all her voices,
And curl up
a soul hidden in the body.

Day and night
a blizzard will not find rest,
Branches to shreds -
trees do not need them now,
Rolls, circles
round dance on the land of bad winter,
Breaks the cold
and sings crazy tunes.

So it is with us,
fate scattered souls apart,
A penny in my pocket
you can't buy happiness in full with him,
Pulls with a fool
nerve strings, not knowing how to play,
This uncle
in the office of heaven again.

Why are you howling
crazy bad blizzard.
Bury everything
in a blanket of snowy souls of people,
Here I am now
succumbed to the hypnosis of winter,
There is a cold beast in the heart
in the hair a gap of gray hair ...

(Words and music - M. Zhignovsky, 28.04.2006)