Текст песни Ольга Арефьева и Ковчег - Трубач

Lips in a kiss blower smёrzlis
With mouthpiece favorite ice chest,
Angry frost meets the fast train in vain
With those who do not like, with those who do not wait.

The windows appeared glossy face,
Only the trumpeter does not see in the vestibule hole
Explore the stove stirring noisy,
But love does not heat mёrzlye worlds.

He is one - a soloist of the orchestra of the past
Eternally not abandon shouts pipe
All those who have lost time or place,
Those who were washed up on the line of fate ...

A hand was waving, her warmth and scary,
And the soul, as the neck, empty without the cross,
In others nailed to our habit,
In its vocation - to leave the place.

People from decay, people from clay and people from thawed grass ...
The angel with the face of an amazing fish called me "you" ...

Hug, even those who are not waiting
Maybe they, too, ought to heat?
On the train, we were just passengers flesh,
On the platform - the soul - steam on the glass.

We will play in a fun, we sing and splyashem,
You pomashesh pipe in the frozen hand,
Come and play us our mourning marches,
Since you're so short-circuited with the fate!