Текст песни ПУСТЯКИ - 1 - вьюга

From frost laughter and tears,
How we are tired of thunderstorms,
Wash the tan, wash off the sun,
I'm in my window.

Tightened the belt at most
A hot day is no longer needed.
I drown the remains in the puddles
From his longing.

Blizzard, blizzard ...
Minus 100, and we do not see each other.
Blizzard, blizzard
Trails notice.
Blizzard, blizzard ...
Minus 100, and we do not see each other.
Blizzard, blizzard,
I die from longing.

Gray rain wet cock,
From the parks will be fused in love
Magic will fill black
Walls of all houses.

Freezing relationships
Freezes the mood,
Wrapped hands, looking for hands,
But there is enough snow.

Dancing barefoot on puddles,
Horics leaves are circling
And I throw sticks in the river -
To the sea ships.

And the eyes are already accustomed
White veil is used to white.
My hands are looking for hands,
But grab the ice.