Текст песни Виктор Цой - Белый снег, серый лёд

White snow, gray ice,
On the cracked earth.
Patchwork quilt on it -
City road in the loop.
A floating clouds over the city,
Closing the skylight.
And over the city - Yellow smoke
The city of two thousand years,

Lived under the light of stars
Called the Sun ...

And two thousand years - the war,
War without a specific reason.
War - it is a young,
Wrinkle Cure.
Red, red blood -
An hour is simply the land,
Two her flowers and grass,
Three she again alive
And warm rays of stars
Called the Sun ...

And we know that it has always been,
That the fate of more than love,
Those who live by the laws of the other
And who die young.
He does not remember the word & quot; yes & quot; and the word & quot; no & quot ;,
He does not remember any rank or name.
And is able to reach the stars,
Apart from that it was a dream,
And fall, seared Star
Called the Sun ...