Текст песни Olga Filatova - Когда воздух наполнен дымом

When the air is full of fog
Each speck of dust in it seems fine particles of something big
In each branch of the tree as a hoax
White, Blue, played by the sun's rays are not snow-frost
And somewhere in the distance you can see the house
Decrepit walls, rotten, sticking boards
A barely visible behind him a little hill
Covered in snow and someone's anguish
In the house it seems a long time no one lives
Its walls are a little and fell on the touch of the wind
And even if you can see how Baby legenky light floats
And someone's shadow, imperceptible, less than a meter in length
The shadow slowly moves in the window
This gray and with a little mean
As fine a point on the fiber
And you will not notice it as you do not notice the tiny star
The starry sky
Slowly she comes out on the porch
Where the board because of scrapie traction weight
 Old, obtryapannoe paltetso
And instead of doors, cloth, curtain
And dear old woman's face
Impregnated with wisdom and sorrow
Age is possible with the porch
And knowledge of the depth sea
Every day in the same hour
She goes to the mound that the house
He sits there, talking to herself more than once
Vsplaknet, and go back and something in the heart shakes her lumpy
There her husband is already the third year
Then still bloomed in the garden tulips
And there was even an old, but they loved the chimney
And the memories of her wounds on the heart
The war took her son and father
Her husband could not stand that flour
There was an old woman on the porch
And I hear only the sounds of creaking boards.