Текст песни Марина Сомова - Листки Календаря

Calendar,
I'm looking at you
I'm crouching
All February.
And all winter days,
That tear me into pieces
What tear me into pieces.
Chorus: I calendar leaves,
And all frosts of February
On the tram paths -
Kine just from longing
Toriv leaflets from the calendar,
I disappear without you
I think without end
And dying from longing
Second coup: calendar,
What many days
And sleepless nights
Without loved ones
All these winter days,
That tearing me on pieces -
I forgot them from everything in spite ...