Текст песни Никита Лучкин - Чтоб никто не нашёл

Nothing about me is not visible,
Only the gray clouds.
Mountain spruce prickly branches of vipers,
Carefully strews flour.

And only occasionally tears the silence
Mnogoshumnoe breath of the mountains,
Spikes like millet
Making the pine forest.

I dreamed one night,
In these quiet deserted expanses,
How courageous dog rescue
Finally I found.

And now ... so everything inside is simple,
And I lie all day, mostly
Just a dream, just waiting with fervor
Day, when I go to sleep last night.
 
That's really the wind sheets of snow Lays
Soft as silk
Would have lost in this blizzard,
So much so that no one has found.