Текст песни НоВЫй ВЫход - История зимы

I scattered a beautiful day in white fields
Brought the dawn shadow across dull cities
Preached love brave obscenities in the fields
He hated the fake smiles.

That winter story began in December.
What the poet wrote about with a rusty chain.
No one will know except the aged rats,
That gnawing his notebooks made a strange squeak.

Busily explained untrained walls:
As they walked along the roads remembering the mundane din.
Invariably inquired of that tired fate,
How can you curb this ancient game?

Without waiting for anything, they returned home
They understood that they did not believe in whom they called fate.
They have no more purpose, their shelter is a government house,
And one of them is a poet with a rusty chain over a table.

That winter story began in December.
What the poet wrote about with a rusty chain.
No one will know except the aged rats,
That gnawing his notebooks made a strange squeak.