Текст песни Шапка Бас feat screamololo - Зимняя

Do you really forgot?
Here is the sky ash color.
Petersburg is just a grave,
As one poet admitted.
Under the Bordeame Sunset Tatcher,
under the head of the past years
Gray snow, exactly wet wool,
Flored the city silhouette.

As if someone put a mark,
and therefore seems to sleep
that bending purple branch
poured behind the pale window,
that the facades of houses sparkle
hot fuck February
what shakes under our feet
Inaccessible to the fortune of Earth.

This winter covered with a cold.
Your road is noticeable.
You are not looking for reasons and reasons.
Let you be alone before spring.

When warming comes,
And run the streams around.
Back again sensations.
And the paints are illuminated by your home.