Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Заморозки - читает Антон Хмелевский

Cold in the morning sun in the haze
It is a fire post in smoke.
I, too, like in a bad picture,
I completely indirect him.
While it does not come out of the MGL
Shining behind the pond in the meadow
Me trees look bad
On a remote shore.
Passerby find out later
What it will pass by diving in fog.
Frost covered with goose skin,
And the air is false, as a layer of Rumba.
Going around the track,
As a flooring from the Rogozh.
Earth breathe Potato Botato
And put more intense.