Текст песни Муслим Магомаев - Разговор Со Счастьем

In the forest on the edge
I lived in winter hut.
It snowballs salted
In a tub of birch.

She suchila yarn
She wove webs,
Cova ice
Yes bridges over rivers.

The ceiling of ice, creaking door,
For a rough wall of darkness barbed ...
How will enter over the threshold - everywhere the frost,
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas!

The ceiling of ice, creaking door,
For a rough wall of darkness barbed ...
How will enter over the threshold - everywhere the frost,
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas!

I went on the hunt,
Granite silver
Soot thin month
The crystal bucket.

Trees fur sewing,
Toril sledding.
After the forest was in a hurry,
To relax in the hut.

The ceiling of ice, creaking door,
For a rough wall of darkness barbed ...
How will enter over the threshold - everywhere the frost,
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas!

The ceiling of ice, creaking door,
For a rough wall of darkness barbed ...
How will enter over the threshold - everywhere the frost,
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas!