Текст песни Голубые Молнии - Снова белый пух

Again white fluff
Near the poplars is spinning.
I'm not easy
Without love you serve.
Pastely dissolved
Branches over the river strong.
Where are you now,
Do you think about whom, honey?

Machine in hand
Sadness, sadness in our eyes we are,
Days go around the day
Sad tree of autumn.
And someday
Demob in January will come true
And in the winter we will slowly go through the streets.

And someday
With sadness and longing, we remember:
Our detachment is native
And the break is all in dust.
And someday
Demob in January will come true
And in the winter slowly pass the streets.