Текст песни Фіолет - Зимова

In the book upside down list,
empty boxes of December snow
Coated strings as his diary.
In Whatman sky, west world for you,
On the table hot tea with honey,
And your children's hands vanilla aesthetics.
And sky tree warm wind,
there will be more by next summer,
Close the window and let his raging hurtelytsya.
You miss somewhere, and I'm on the road,
in our latitudes flying frost,
And let curtains spreading carpet of snow.
On the walls of the summer, in the hands of light
with your eyes something invisible remove your jacket,
I pencil domalyuyu your tears of happiness.
Roses malt, we are too young,
to protect their sun in the cold,
Close your door and want to escape to under the covers.