Текст песни Колмыков А. Луньков И. - Шуба с дуба

All snow falls
And melting, melting, melting.
Why I gave word
Trees and spring,
The first drops
I would find another,
And that green noise
You will see in me?

Chorus:
Cold clear hour
Lit Dawn streak.
Why do I drank wine
And I cried, and noisy?
I do not like
This echo,
This longing in itself
I do not want to.

I complained about the snow,
I cursed the weather,
I repeated the words
Empty hot.
But how could I blame
I love nature
The fact that the heart aches
And still burns the conscience?

Chorus

All time lives
Nothing is lost.
It's nobody's fault,
Meanwhile, in the
All snow falls
And melting, melting, melting,
As if the word given
Trees and spring

Chorus.