Текст песни Таня Башинская - Шел никому не нужный снег

It was nobody wanted snow,
I walked over snow in the tracks ,
I was wounded in a duel ,
still aiming the gun ,
barely alive and did not have enough ...
So it was, God, beautiful,
and pain shot through his hands ,
and the color of blood orange ...
... Eat oranges - blood oranges ..
After all, everything and I saw the light,
two fingers cut package
me my hruschoby .
The strokes of pastel light,
picture of soft snow to
crayons to spend the winter .
Spring naughty , at the end of March .
my counter pain rose to zero .
Neighborhood pastel , that is sleeping ,
you sleep longer , and let me .