Текст песни Дмитрий Скоморохов - Скажи

And do not have to choose the time of year,
And do not have to make it be free.
Your soul flies there, where work,
Your soul wishes only work.

Tell me, say,
Flickering day.
Tell me, say,
Ground rain.
Your snowflakes
Run from fire,
Your snowflakes
Smell like rain.

Everything will turn to you in the best form,
And no one will be offended.
Your love will allow you to see
How lonely these people on the ice floes.

And you do not have to choose what to do,
And do not have to reach the limit.
Your soul flies there, where I did not sing,
Your soul wants to become bold again.