Текст песни промзона 96 - айсберг

moving away toward the horizon rays
he quietly looked up with fear
this morning, the leaves of the lime trees are silent
like grass in February warmed the earth

frozen tears on the sleeve
any words are superfluous
it all started so well
so sweet , like ripe cherries
but now the winter has passed
and again, as before, one
Again, this iceberg will whirl
among huge ice floes