Текст песни Михаил Карпачев - Еще бы немного

A little more and into the eternal ice
Would solder us melancholy
But time is restless
He told us: "Spring is close!"
Oh, how they were tired of waiting, stupefied from sleep,
We are your warm nights!
Well, don't play the fool Spring,
Come on, send the rooks out!
And flashlights will flash in your eyes
From a free crazy stanza.
And from your shoulders will flow onto your hands
Mohair scarves.
And like champagne will shoot
Icicles over the pavement.
And the one who hasn't sung in three hundred years
She will try her voice.
And if big snows are coming
And the thaw will be driven back
We are her very last redoubt
And our battle - may it be holy!
Exhausted by the blizzard, the pine will fall asleep.
The guttural stream will freeze.
And yet, it was, was not, Spring,
Send out the rooks!