Текст песни элли на маковом поле - вьюга

This is a blizzard, a blizzard, but do not smoke in the office.
Head saddle, while you get a lighter.
Call, call and tell you that you love
And then I feel sorry for me.

Freeze hands. Snowflakes, Like Petard
Based at the tip of the cigarette.
Snowflakes overcame various space obstacles there.
Par, and there are no more.

This is a blizzard, blizzard, and degrees twenty nine.
I dwell the second, waiting for your call.
Colleagues leave the office and go dine
past frozen fool.