Текст песни Мельница - Золото Тумана

Speak, gold fog, - Say with me;
I learned that winter now comes in the spring - so run after me.
I would fly in white white, and I thought the Sun drops for my back.
Exactly seven transparent suns - there, behind my back. Come for me.
I would have grown in the sky arrings, filling candles of the sun behind my back.

Come out, gold fog, - come out to me;
I do not believe in the oath, I just believe in the snow. So go to me;
I would have walked around your home in the afternoon, in the last threshold before the meal.

Do not regret the gold fog, oh, - do not regret me;
How else do I give you a lullaby drip?
I will become tin! I will become a bell
Where they call the midday service of the guards of the ears;
Where the snow of any color, but not white!
Forty forts outside the bells, where the snow of any color, and not white.
Not whites, oh, not white,
Not white, o ...