Текст песни Оргия Праведников - Ледоход

And then there will only be cold
tearful glasses, rustle of drops,
And the sky is definitely a sparkle mica,
And the forest of Rashristan, and the whole world is like porch ...

And then there will be only this snow,
frightening with its purity,
lying on black gloss of rivers,
Flying over you and I need me ...

And then ... everything is known in advance.
I squeeze my hand as in your dream,
And I see ice -facing and ice drift,
But someone suddenly opens the window
And he will release the soul,
And this flour will end ...

Poems: Olga Koshnova