Текст песни Злищев А. - Катя

From the pale eyes it will not flow a tear,
The blond pigtail is scheduled.
And neither candy and nor wonders
Does not bring a chanterelle on the tail.

She became a crib ice snowdrift,
Dry stitched stitched blanket.
And hundreds of narrow human trail
By traversing it is tiredly tired.

Her in the morning will not wake a mother,
Does not kiss gentle, cardiovascular.
So it's scary, just - dying,
Every minute, stupid, vehicles.

Lead sky presses Leningrad,
Creak at home from the New Year's jewelry.
And every day bury snowfall
For oblivion of the shrouded souls.

And now she is now alone,
In the eyes went out a little match.
Will not bring her joy of spring,
The blond pigtail is scheduled.