Текст песни Валентин Ковалив - Снегопад.

It should be a crossroads of snow,
Downpour of rain and good brother. -
Messenger whitish blue packs.
He just fell on the fate,
The other day, foretold me:
Today here. and tomorrow again in paradise.

Shielding ground snowfall
And this will be very happy.
Say the righteous messenger of heaven,
What is the use, and the joy of falling down,
When the bottom to the position of Reese
Reigns and rules the ball gray demon?

Chorus:
The smell of bread. The stars from the sky.
Sun rising at dawn.
Den.A life again ready
Meet all that I had given her.

So we go with him together:
He was on top, I'm on my way.
And both pure white and chsity.
How long will this way,
Not for us to decide. you just be,
That dream came true light.