Текст песни Смелин А.Н. - Зимний сон

Night Nut the chalk blizzard,
and cold was the bed,
and the door on violin loops
He played bad.
I dreamed of music away, -
So sometimes calendars,
squeezing numbers to dawn,
Store the era.

And dreamed of me how cold
River, freezing to the bottom,
flowing out one time
Not taking
in your high game
us streamlined by the morning
accustomed to Puhu and Peru,
To love pocket.

As if there, at the bottom of the river,
At the distance of the hand
Lying, looks like a look,
Colored stones -
Fuses of time
from evil and closed tribes,
from salts of numbers and names
On delicate tissue.

When a star is lost,
The age falls out of the nest,
And and breaks the wires
reasonable speech -
And the stones are changing the color,
And the world breaks in response,
And there is no place
Under the Milky sky.

And we are going on ice,
as in that single year
Holding every star
And for each other.
I told you a winter dream
where everyone is young and in love
where interrupted time
Night blizzard.