Текст песни КРОКИ - На кухні

I will praise thee for love, Jesus, my friend,
And because the wind cries outside sad.
I rewound the throat scarf,
I sing hoarse voice,
But happy days are concerned,
There go next to wind and cold -
Far, far away.

You freed me from the swamp of gray everyday life,
Drink tea with honey, and praise you for the whole kitchen.
This is nothing that I am sick, I believe, will soon recover.

I will praise thee for love, Jesus, my friend,
And because the wind cries outside sad,
And for that joy fills,
And for that home today I
Happy the days concerned
There go next to wind and cold -
Far, far away.

"Steps" 2002