Текст песни Светлана Косенко - Снегопад. муз со спектакля рассекая границы

Out of nowhere, but nowhere
Drag all the roads
To the sun go my train
And the fingers wet compress grenade
And still it is not clear where the rolls,
And the doctor Tabs oblique patches,
That was not even a trace ...

Kisnet milk for a long time on the lips
Souls come at midnight
Years uglyatsya in sandy graves
And the fingers wet compress grenade
And the snow falls in parallel path
And someone's brains are filled with cotton wool
And nowhere else to go.

In the sky, the birds fluttering noise
Without stopping directly
Those confident prostrate themselves
And the fingers wet compress grenade
And still it is not clear where the rolls,
And the doctor Tabs oblique patches,
That was not even a trace ...