Текст песни Серафима - Февраль

Graphic black trees on white snow
Imprisiently thin woves February.
There is something, without which I can no longer.
There is something that is not sorry to refuse.

You know, too late to regret.
Past it is impossible to return.
Know
Believe
I see how lights light in the eyes carefully.

The lines are penetrated by the sky.
The network of branches through the skin pulsates life.
Do not promise that after regret it did not have to!
With black branches of Vienna, we splash.

Prevain in the eyes to continue sleep.
A finger is a glass - I will not return.
If your happiness theorem is correct,
Chart of black trees will fix the pulse.