Текст песни Татьяна Королева - Зимний блюз

Winter blues

Tatyana Queen

Slowly spinning and does not end
White haze snowmig.
The pendulum on the clock quietly swings
And does not consider my days.

I drink wine, put tea.
The evening is sad, swallowing snow,
What to promote him
So that the sadness flew from the age.

The night irrepressible wanders, wanders,
In search of the morning whispering me:
"Where are you my mid-eyelid sacrament ...
Only churches in the window can be seen ...

Eye on the street blizzard
I will try to keep silent.
What can I answer her
If the same print.

Morning bell pours from the belfry,
By blessing a snow world.
Again I was surrounded by insomnia,
Like her, God's light is not mil.

If only the pendulum sounded
At the distance in response.
You will put tea -
I turn off the lights in the windows.
You will put tea -
I turn off the lights in the windows.