Текст песни Валерий Канер - Всю ночь шуршат лавины с крыш

All night the rustle of the avalanche from the roof,
And not otlipnet snow on ski -
In the mountains of winter always prestige
Indisputable ...
But you speak in vain,
As the sun was in the past only,
What the tares are not separated
From grains.

And you, of course, is not right,
What is not up grass,
What blizzard against all words
worthlessness -
For me, two and two:
In the forest prouhaet owl
And zagudyat oven firewood
As bees.

And it will be night and day will be,
And the sun, dissolving the shadows,
Rises to a new level
On the ridge ...
What is there to complain to the fate -
As soon will dawn,
We just go to trample slope
Neighboring...

All night the rustle of the avalanche from the roof,
And not otlipnet snow on ski -
In the mountains of winter always prestige
Indisputable ...
But you speak in vain,
As the sun was in the past only,
What the tares are not separated
From grains.