Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - И каналы тянут руки серые ко мне...

On snow, flying from the sky ,
Deep white snow
In which is my sadness ,
To you , breathless from running,
On Mount your hurry.

In the morning the earth sleeps
And a snow falls asleep
To become someone warm.
Just me , running away from boredom ,
I pray that I skidded .

And the channels are pulling hands gray to me.
And in his hands they are no longer white snow melts .

Play me , gentle violin.
Dawns . Written postscript
And filled with wax bleed .
It is time to break out the shot , and cried ,
I'm in the snow fall on the shoulder.

Do you want this song do not listen .
Door slam - will not be easier .
Not only stirs my soul.
Just do not disturb my wounds .

Again the stars fall from the sky ,
Again, do not have time to think of .
I live like it is not too late ...
Only just not be able .

And the channels are pulling hands gray to me.
And in his hands they are no longer white snow melts .