Текст песни Твоя Судьба - Зима

It smells of something else and pungent
Cheap tea quickly freezes.
Hello, friend, dear and rare.
And ... goodbye.
Again the booming apartment tenor
On the pillow draws darkness.
Smile at me at the station walls.
Just.
Tip - On it - a bill,
Even the printer draws death,
Even angelic nature
Dare not dare.
And the Lord is secretary again
Above the winter. You compress the pain.
Wake up. He's at home.
Everything is strewed with salt.
Comes back. I'll go back then
With a burden on his shoulders.
I smoke.
And look in the eyes
Dark gray
High-rise buildings.

(c) Stanislav Osipenko