Текст песни Ольга Таранюк - Зимний романс

Sometimes unfinished phrases
They lay a light shadow on the glass ...
It happens that not drunk right away,
Bitter wine will not become tart.

And the night will not open its arms
Unable to let the day in, so captive captive,
And there are no clues on the sky map
What winter will bring change ...

What pain or what joy
The frosty wind promises outside the window
What are the hopes of the moment,
Taking a sigh into the cold house.

Promised by the weather of revelation
Short snowstorm predicted
And a veil of ghostly doubt
Laying snow dust on the bed.

It happens that worries not in vain
Ordinary gray veil.
It happens not a fairy tale
Days are gone that I'm not sorry.