Текст песни Елена Буевич - Мастер зимних пейзажей

Master of winter landscapes
... An hour before awakening - Bach and snow
create your solemn act.
As at the end of days, others - in childhood,
I run into memory on the end of a dream,
and the name on the lips - not Oleg,
not what Sebastian - shaking. sparkles
homes peaked roof tiles
and gently turns pink as the gums
laughing son. Snow. Radiance.
Century. Holland. Festivities.

And it is all like a mist:
Ice Skating, and I fell,
me running vendor and planer,
and "Mama!" - I shouted Dutch boy,
not Oleg, not Sebastian ...
I live there, where once visited,
an hour before waking up stroke -
in Holland, in the snow, in the minor Bach ...