Текст песни Феликс Жигновский - Холодает

Chill

Cold, every day cold,
Every day, all the alarming birds sing.
Comes, again winter comes,
And it's time for them, it's time to return to the south.

There are no leaves on the trees, on the trees,
Bald all the trees for winter.
And on the puddles of the crust of ice a slate
Everything is frozen, and we all live like in a dream.

The sun does not warm us anymore,
Weakened by the exhaust force it.
Nights have now become
Days fly, as if silent cinema.

Everything will be: and winter, and frost,
Everything will come back on the circles,
Just remember I will be your tears,
I will remember how you accompanied me.

(Sl. And music. - M. Zhignovsky, 01/22/1994)