Текст песни Ощупь - Зима

Winter comes to my garden
The road stretches, as luck would have
Again my freeze fruit
Again, do not deal with it the heat

Winter Presents piled
And cushions weaves balls
She zalizhet incandescent us
Colds roots and petals

We would live to heat
We would walk to the fields
From young stems
Put all words

And where the sun rises when
Dark, tired of long ago
The winter subsides, and sometimes
I do not seem so funny

The trouble will be in words
And our cemetery without graves
Ott tears, the fear subsides
And it will be time to gain strength

And we, every day waiting for a holiday
And beg each other - "Endure"
When we are having fun, you are so jealous
What we feed you back with arms

We have lived up to the heat
We dobreli to fields
From young stems
Lined word