Текст песни Ирина Орищенко - За пеленой снега не разлядеть

Behind a veil of snow
Do not see the sky,
Do not distinguish between sounds,
Do not warm up your hands.
Stolen lips bitterness
Do not sweeten midnight.
He blew his whistle train
And the story began.

My life card
Earlier he lied often.
Someone close again,
And not always the same.
My life card
I would look into my tomorrow,
And, as always, a bluff
Lay down on the table clubs.

My character is bad
Not much against the grain:
Who protects the nerves,
Who cares feet.
I omit the wings
And reconciled with the true story,
Only in foreign countries
Flows manna from heaven.

Behind a veil of snow
Do not see the sky,
Do not distinguish between sounds,
Do not warm up your hands.
The heart is not so often
Shake chick happy.
I blew the whistle the train ...
Well, that's the whole story.