Текст песни Полипропиленовый компотик - Северный Ветер

What rains cry, whispers the snow cloud,
Burning over expensive tired lantern,
And the world is created by man's hand
And I feel sorry from this world

We go ahead, but again again
All the same insults and regret
And life new new not start
We swore once a hundred really, probably

Everything is de-energized overnight
Human passion. And the world was frozen.
You can not hide neither joy nor happiness
And anger and insult you have hid fine

Confused in your gold curls,
Then rushed the northern wind.
The task, of course, is not simple
Be worn on this huge planet