Текст песни Елена Решетняк - Асфальтовый пароходик

Ships float in the stormy sea,
Knowing that it is early, late - they will be met.
They will return to the quiet harbor.
And they are not terrible to rain or wind.

And the steamer of the asphalt yours
We are circling on the roads of snow -covered ...
White rain over the night Moscow
The winter fairy tale dispelled the cold.

The stove will winch the heat
And warms wet legs.
A small house floats over the river,
Like a horse runs along the road.

Quietly rumbling on the go,
As if what is talking about with the captain
About passengers who are waiting,
That they will take them to distant countries.

Past the palace above the flying bridge,
Past the Kremlin of the Malachite Tower,
Past luminous stars outside the window,
Past the anxieties and doubts of yesterday.

Ah, the steamer of the asphalt yours
We are circling on the roads of snow -covered ...
White rain over the night Moscow
The winter fairy tale dispelled the cold.

Snow sparks burn in the snow,
And on my soul - snowy summer.
And without you I can no longer,
Winter fairy tale, where are you, where are you?