Текст песни Вера Волкова - Три оранжевых солнца

The smell of cold
The smell of snow
He is a white crow
Hot on the trail
Over your city
Above your roof
If you listen
you hear them

Noise December
Winter wake
Angel on solar
Watch looks
He pulls out
Under the wing of a fan
And his sway
Calling a breeze

Three orange sun
And this is the last night
A year later, you come back
And now, fly away!
Do not try to stay!
And this is your destiny!
We'll have to leave ...
to meet in heaven ...

Angel playing,
Angel laughs
Wind vsletaet,
curly hair
Wings sweep
in the whole sky!
The ringing of bells
his white wings!
He clipped
White beard
And the white snow
Circling above the city
Angel playing ...
while laughing ...
time melting ...
they parted ...

Three orange sun
And this is the last night
A year later, you come back
And now, fly away!
Do not try to stay!
And this is your destiny!
We'll have to leave ...
to meet in heaven ...