Текст песни Бумбокс - Холода.нет

Worn out all the words and three to two did not divisible
Expanding again under heavy fire our
Some people dream of the island, when the Snowstorm
I watch every dream your palm

There are no separations for a hundred years
They easily get to live happily
And in November, and January

Cold is not present and there is no snow
Cold not, no snow
Cold not, no snow
Cold is not the point

I know that somewhere there is a country without slush and thunderstorms
Here are two of us and save up to buy a ticket
I ask you a long time ago just one question
I am waiting for him one answer: you go or not

There's a line of our lives are woven
There are no separations for a hundred years
They easily get to live happily
In November and January,

Cold is not present and there is no snow
Cold not, no snow
Cold not, no snow
Cold is not the point