Текст песни Родадендрон - горячий чай

Hot tea, cold bed,
Winter came - nor give neither
And there is no one's words to say
And there is no shoulder to learn

Plate blushes on the plate
for thirty lands in darkness
Sausages are cooking
In hope,
What spring.
at least dwell with you

oblique crowd passed snow,
leaving fat stacks on the face of my yard,
Damage metaphor
with Cuban mountains,
Siberian forests,
and other surplus minds

Plate blushes on the plate
for thirty lands in darkness
Sausages are cooking
In hope,
What spring.
at least dwell with you

empty feed from thoughts and meetings,
And the bag from the shoulder has long fallen,
Leaving a dream box in forget
that on a high mast dreamed