Текст песни Владимир Трошин - Морзянка

The morse woman sings behind the wall with a cheerful treble,
Around the snow, at least hundreds of miles away.
The fourth day of the blizzard sways over Dixon.
But only you better ask a song about it.

Tents shaggy with stars
Their high beam in your heart you do not extinguish.
I could also tell you about the North,
But only you better ask a song about it.

Take the green leaf from the poplar for me,
In a summer envelope, take a good mail.
In cold weather we need your letters so warm!
But only you better ask a song about it.

I will be reached for you when the winter is over
Deer in sledges, airplanes and taxis.
Believe me, I want to see your eyes like that!
But only you better ask a song about it ...