Текст песни Владимир Пресняков - А когда придёт метель, я дорожку проведу

Not regretting about anything , I do not expect you back
Silver Sands I have noticed in the garden path
I am poor fellows sparrows sell their restlessness
Its windows you curtained kiseёy

And when the storm comes , I will hold the track
Golden Carousel slowly cer

These white flowers I put the window
And then you forget what is now all alone
Forget and go away, after the rain come down to you
Do not come to visit , to cheer me up

And when the storm comes , I will hold the track
Golden Carousel slowly cer

And when the storm comes , I will hold the track
Golden Carousel , slowly cer