Текст песни Театр двух - На середине января

In mid-January winter sdurela,
As they say: crazy, I am burned
In the corner, an icon of my illuminating lamp.
To have time to get to the truth snowfall

But the snow came down in the fragile limits
While in the night and beat lamps & quot; and then ... & quot;
Hinder the truth words wander empty.
By morning, trees and bridges in ice frozen

But under the ice, and the life was the heart beat,
Lamp thin floated icon warming.
We fell asleep and in dreams we dream summer
And we loved every day, slightly aging.

A little deeper corners of your smile.
In the eyes more clearly, when the life of the middle,
Days calmed a snail's pace,
And alludes to the past of gray.

And everything seemed to us in September completion
What the future has nothing it does not.
Yes, every year a perfect solution,
But obessmysleny conditions of the problem,

However, that would not happened until spring
Suppose that in mid-January winter sdurela,
We yearn for heaven nauchilis-
The lamp in the corner of a thin knowingly burning.