Текст песни Морсин Андрей Юрьевич - 4. Быль

I won't tell a simple story
True, not a fairy tale, but a reality.
A cold drop on New Year's night
The moon froze in the sky.

And then it happened, everything started spinning
A sleigh fell from heaven.
People wondered for a long time, not knowing
Where did that sleigh come from.

Snow swans, white heads
The fast sleigh carried
Rule them from the cushions
The evil queen of winter.

Looks - does not spare. Looking like a cold
What it takes will turn it into ice
And behind the sleigh, the drifting snow
The north wind is flying.

An evil queen will rush by
Spring will come again.
There is nothing to say goodbye to last winter,
Whom will she kiss.

In the mirror castle in the far north
He will gain his kingdom
He will forget everything, but will feel
There is no melting ice in my heart ...