Текст песни A.B. - Зимним вечером на сеновале

Snow hay zaporoshil
through the cracks in the ceiling .
I stirred the hay
and I met with butterfly .
Choose and looks ,
as a " bat " chadit ,
a brightly lit
timbered wall .
Moth , butterfly ,
saved from death itself ,
He climbed to the hayloft .
Survived , he wintered .
Survived , he wintered .
Bring it closer to the face ,
I see its pollen
clearer than the fire ,
than his own palm.
Among the evening haze
we're all alone .
And my fingers warm ,
as the July days .
Moth , butterfly ,
saved from death itself ,
He climbed to the hayloft .
Survived , he wintered .
Survived , he wintered .