Текст песни Contradogma - След

I'm walking in winter
I'm not first march
But no on the snow tracks
Why no traces?

Snow is trying to sell
And he is stronger than my legs,
Created to annoy me
But early summarize

In any frost, I see canvas under my feet.

I can wait,
Fall
My goal is to leave the trail.
Laurel wreath,
Do not regret legs.
Soon the snow will decorate the trail.

It seems to be gone
Hopelessly gray-angry
That until the very end
I will fight into a solid layer.

And among the frozen rivers
My forecast sounds like this:
Either will be softer snow
Either heavier step.