Текст песни Чечерина - а говорила сама. кризис. скорей бы зима.

Blue snow drifts tears ,
On the window flower frozen .
Cold, outside
Black dog running after white cat .
You , as always , go to bed alone.

And she said :
"The crisis would soon winter ."
And she said ...

Cold, alone at home .
Today, tomorrow , yesterday and forever.
Waiting for him in the past waited .
But he is far and around winter.
You , as always , go to bed alone.

You , as always , you go ...