Текст песни Свіча - Свіча

Melo, finely throughout the earth, to all limits
The candle burned on the table, the candle burned
As in summer a swarm of midges flies to the flames
Flakes flocked from the yard to the window frame.

Blizzard sculpted mugs and arrows on glass
The candle burned on the table, the candle burned, the candle burned.

Shadows lay on the illuminated ceiling
Crosses of arms, crossings of legs, fate of crossing
And two shoes fell with a knock on the floor
And wax, with tears, from a night lamp on a dress dripping, on a dress dripping.

And everything was lost in the snowy haze of gray and white
The candle burned on the table, the candle burned.

Melo all month in February every now and then
The candle burned on the table, the candle burned, the candle burned, the candle burned, the candle burned.