Текст песни Gs - Зимняя

Lean, sweet smiled:
Not per century, she silent with me.
From the soul cracked frost, from the soul.
Kissed from the soul. Write.

We traveled along different sides,
Trains in Claus and ran away in the night.
Not to break the thin thread when separated
Not to walk and not drink me from boredom.

Blizzard, night. Longing grinds frost,
Yes, the pattern leads February by discovery.
Rolled cold day, rolled.
Fall on the heart, shadow, stop.

Take a pen, hit the rings on strings -
The sun will be a hot tone on the runes.
Flowering spring snowdrops brightly, -
I am a favorite I will give me - I do not feel sorry.