Текст песни Игорь Кормановский - Зимний костёр

Winter fire

Here again stretched trails
Following the contact as a thin trail.
At the end of the day short
We're like ships, lie down in a drift.

The fire in the fire starts to burn prominence,
And the snow is like expanse of the sea, sparkling gloss,
Be cut pine darkness
And we are in the moment
Seem masts Flying
Dutchman.

And the guitar, delighted bonded,
Again the bird, torn from the hands,
Sing with me, my dear,
My reliable and devoted friend.

Frost rivulet imprisoned in ice armor,
Snowflakes swirling in the night in a merry dance
And pulls the smell of forest,
Jet to the sky blue smoke
And the flames dancing gold
Prominences.

Tomorrow will be a difficult route:
We go on a snow virgin soil,
Well, after the other will
As we laid the track.

Snowflakes whirled and floating in a merry dance
A girlish blush cheeks burning solid,
And let the blizzard sweeps stronger
We will not step back in front of her,
While we beckons shine lights
Far stations.