Текст песни Мокко fm - Будущее

Snow again turns the foot of the trees ,
The world is covered with snow-white fringe ,
Among all the religions believe only one ,
My gentle god , who is waiting back home .
Less on the thermometers give chills,
To me the heat , in the shower constantly south,
In the pitch-black night lights strobe ,
How to burn in my heart the word & quot; like & quot ;.
How is it that it's amazing - live
The weather outside the window , and in the soul - bright contrast ,
Blizzard bright feelings, you continue circling ,
Today I had a dream the future.
The future of us happy .