Текст песни Сергей Кристовский - У него в кармане 100 лет, У нее в подушке 100 снов.

And the windows of the lights went out,
And do not for a couple of words.
In his pocket 100 years
In her pillow 100 dreams.

And for the winter windows down,
Autumn again took the post.
He traces her lips,
She has a bouquet of three roses.

And forever bright feelings remain here.
And all the souls open.
And do not break the troubles that were not honored.
The heavens were married love.

And the windows went out day
And rolled over the ground ring,
And trembled candle shade,
And methane in the sheets moan.

Quiet month floated above the ground,
And breathe the wall the night.
Soon to be her son,
Soon he will have a daughter =)

And forever bright feelings remain here.
And all the souls open.
And do not break the troubles that were not honored.
The heavens were married love.