Текст песни Ермаков А. - Зима

In the zone of loneliness, words and prophecies
I trust my heavens of my fear.
Through pain and sincerity I speak about true
And no longer closing the eye.

All mirrors are broken in dust. I have nothing to dream in dreams -
And only snow-ice cover
Distributed on my dreams, scattered on seven hills -
Winter ... no one.

Cold wind manits Mistral,
And there is no sorry in the body of mortal fire.
As previously brightened someone else's distance,
And sow snow in me winter sadness.

Printing fate. Sadness and you.
The candle is still burning ... while the soul is sleeping in me.