Текст песни Игорь и Марина Саркисовы - Снега хочу

Snow, snow want -
Snow me wounds licks
Snow, snow want -
Snow you will be closer.

Prodigal son clouds
Wrap us with paper,
Pulls the thread of poems,
So as not to do a step
Away.

Snow, snow want -
So that pure and much
Snow, snow want -
And under the snow - burgrel,

And in Berorga - Cup
So that burning and sang,
Snow, snow want ...
And so that sitting near
You.