Текст песни Рома ВПР - То, что было

Covered the field with white snow,
A titmouse flew into the sky,
Spit the wells with poison
What was, will not return ...

Under smeared rags
The wind will creak through the door
And quietly, quietly autumn walks
I dream that I am alone in the world ...

And I will have a dream in which
Snow swirls over cherry blossoms
And I touch flowers with my hands
What was, will not return ...

Covered the field with white snow,
A titmouse flew into the sky,
Spit the wells with poison
What was, will not return ...