Текст песни Malynivna - Самотність

For vystyhly traces on field path ,

heat changed to snow.

Someone rule nightlight in an old hut,

forgetting that he could be next .

Whispering wall Winter on the nose.

In the heart of winter - because the window is summer.

... Forget my notes on the verge

and on the naked body jacket to wear.

Closed window - not rypnut door.

Tremble floor of relentless expectations .

In the comfort of their homes again desert

and void ticking clock.