Текст песни Игорь Саркисов - Снега хочу

I want snow, snow - the snow will lick my wounds.
I want snow, snow, snow - you will become closer.
The prodigal son of the clouds will wrap us in paper.
Will pull together a thread of poetry, so as not to take a step away.

I want snow, snow, so it's clean and a lot.
I want snow, I want snow, but a den under the snow.
And in the den a candle to burn and sing.
I want snow, snow, and that you sit next to me ...