Текст песни 6 океанов - Заметает пурга

snowstorm sweeps up
   White way
He wants to soft snow
   Drowned .

Wind frisky asleep
   On a way;
Never drive in the woods ,
   No pass .

I ran carols
   In the village ,
In the hands of whites took
   Pomelo .

Gay you are , not people - people
   People,
Get out of the way
   Forward!

scared snowstorm
   On the snow ,
She ran quickly
   On the meadows .

Wind also awake
   jumped
And a hat with curls
   Damage.

In the morning crows to berёzynke
  Knock ...
And he set up the cap
  In bitches .