Текст песни Н. Пантелеева - Белый день

White day on the watch stands up
White maple in my window looks,
White snow on the roof is settling,
White Light I'm soul Beditit.

Chorus:

White day - and what he will give me,
What about the memory saved,
(With whose strangers
Suddenly I can't miss?) 2p.

Here are a hurry trolley buses from the park -
And the highway darkens the wheels,
And on white black, like daws,
One hundred traces fall on the frost.

Chorus.

White day - and what he will give me,
What about the memory saved,
Whose unfamiliar tracks
Suddenly I could not miss?