Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Зима

Winter

Oh, Winter, Winter, Winter Wild Time
Whether evil voices trouble stick
Whether evil miracles with a hell are silent
And it remains to live only two or three months

Oh, Winter, Winter, Winter Dark Time
Raised, the power of the dumb
Come out in the field, throw the cry under the gray moon
And freeze like a rod in the steppe deaf

The whole soul from premonition was accepted
Oh, still trouble will come, I feel my heart
Winter stretches for a long time, does not end soon
There are already bells in the head