Текст песни Игорёхин Igoriohin автор и исполнитель - Ночью вьюга мела

At night, the blizzard of the chalk - these are
And closer to the morning my mother gave birth.
My mother gave birth, but he samped himself,
And he samped himself when the blizzard is chalk.

And the soul was darted, barely rustling,
I barely rustle, a fierce canthaw.
Slightly root, so easily - slowly
So easily, the soul flew away.

At night, the blizzard of the chalk - these are
And closer to the morning my mother gave birth.
My mother gave birth, but he samped himself,
And he samped himself when the blizzard is chalk.