Текст песни Петля Пристрастия - Зима

Light, water bottle ,
But it is not warmed .
And the cold gripped me in the withers ...
Light, water bottle ,
But it is not warmed ...
... And the dead in the sleigh weave obozlivshiysya air :
Pomer skunk , froze vonyuchkiny stars.
Good thing it
In the future, there is joyous !
Spring is entirely gone,
Green turned blue ;
And sneeze at the heart of the ribs .
Sneezes , sneezes , and stiffened again ...
... And the horizon bloody brow frowns sternly ,
Pomer Stinky , froze Vonyuchkiny stars.
Good thing it
In the future, there is joyous !