Текст песни Бумбокс - Холода.нет

Worn out all the words and two or three as not divisible
Laid out again in the pouring our of ...
To pull off the island when the blizzard
I see in your hand every dream

There's a line of our lives are woven
And there is no separation hundred years
There simply live happily turns
And in November, and in January

No cold and no snow
No cold and no snow
Cold no no snow
No cold point

I know somewhere there is a country without slush and thunderstorms
Here are deposited and the two of us buy a ticket back
I ask you one question a long time ago
Waiting for him one answer will go or not

There is the life line of our woven
There's no partings one hundred years
There simply live happily turns
And in November, and in January

No cold and no snow
No cold and no snow
Cold no no snow
No cold point