Текст песни Сурган Валерий - Немного теплее за стеклом

A little warmer behind the glass,
but the evil frost

I went through the door, as if in a garden
July flowers.
I so want to warm their warmth,
 but white roses
In everyone's eyes, I kiss
and ironed ready.
I so want to warm their warmth,
but white roses
In everyone's eyes, I kiss
and ironed ready.

White roses, white roses - thorns are defenseless.
What about them made snow and frost, ice blue windows?
People decorate your own holiday only a few days,
And leave you to die in the cold white box.

And people carry you home, and later in the evening
Let the festive lights will fill in an instant all the windows yards.
Who invented you to grow in the winter of white roses,
And in the world to divert brutal blizzards, cold winds?

White roses, white roses - thorns are defenseless.
What about them made snow and frost, ice blue windows?
People decorate your own holiday only a few days,
And leave you to die in the cold white box.