Текст песни Светлана Сурганова - Обещанный снег

When the promised land of snow came down,
The last chord of burnt out
The indicator is red passion,
Anyone outside of our walls
He became someone else so as not to let him into the house.

And we cut off any innocent,
But the ability to kill the silence of the phone,
And the blade fell into the snow from his hands,
So that it never did find.

Come remelting cinders of past days.
Come remelting cinders of past days.
Come remelting cinders of past days in the large candle,
To the cold I could not catch us by surprise,
To the cold could not catch us by surprise.

And we cut off any innocent,
But the ability to kill the silence of the phone,
And the blade fell into the snow from his hands,
So that it never did find.

Come remelting cinders of past days.
Come remelting cinders of past days.
Come remelting cinders of past days in the large candle,
That cold is not able to catch us by surprise,
That cold is not able to catch us by surprise.