Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Белая

White trees, white houses
White passers-white winter.
In the fields, on white, white snow lies.
From the pipe, made of white, white smoke coming.
In the fields, on white, white snow lies.
From the pipe, made of white, white smoke coming.

The white bed sheet, white bed,
White girl disappeared into it.
White and gentle as she winter
Quiet girl whispers: & quot; Hold me! & Quot;
White and gentle as she winter
Quiet girl asks: & quot; Hold me! & Quot;

From under the strand of white hazel eyes
Quiet girl whispers: & quot; Well, kiss me!
Kiss so tight, tight hug -
Quiet whispers girl - you understand me & quot ;.
& quot; kiss so hard, tight hug -
Quiet whispers girl - you understand me & quot ;.

During the month the stars painted window,
Old maple, chilled, rustling branches,
We see this happiness, the thought away,
Why miss about you again.
We see this happiness, the thought away,
Why miss about you again.