Текст песни Никита Лучкин - Чтоб никто не нашёл

Nothing about me is not visible,
Only the gray clouds.
Mountain spruce prickly branches-viper
Carefully strews flour.

And only occasionally tears the silence
Mnogoshumnoe breath of the mountains,
Spikes like millet
Making the pine forest.

I once dreamed at night,
In these quiet uninhabited expanses,
How daring rescue dogs
Finally I found.

And now ... so all in a simple,
And I lie all day, mostly
Only dreaming only waiting for fervently
Day, when I go to sleep last night.
 
That's really the wind snow sheets Lays
Soft as silk
would have lost in this blizzard,
So much so that no one has found.