Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Потерпим до второго снега

After suffering a second to snow -
Perhaps winter comes along with it.
And you, my angel, falling from the sky,
Spun and drive me crazy.
And we'll go on Yakimanka ...
As I had over the summer to grow old!
Perhaps you will understand, my fallen angel,
With nowhere to go and there is no need to fly.

After suffering a second to snow!
Lost, Haywire
We dobredem to warm overnight,
That will prepare us the winter
On Sretenka, armor, Taganka.
And so no one could see us,
In your wing Zaro, my angel -
We have nowhere and no reason to fly.

After suffering a second to snow ...
He at you like: the clean and white.
He did not hurry to go down the sky,
He hesitated a long time, and shy.
And early in the morning polzemli ukryvshi
To ensure that water or warm ...
So there comes a day when, my angel,
And there is no place and no need to fly.