Текст песни Владимир Пресняков - А когда придёт метель, я дорожку проведу

Not regretting about anything, I'm not expecting ago
Silver sand I have noticed in the garden path
I am a poor fellows sparrows sell their restlessness
Its windows you curtained kiseёy

And when the storm comes, I will hold the track
Golden Carousel slowly Head

These white flowers I put the window
And then you forget what is now all alone
Forget and go away, after you spilled rain
Do not you come to visit, to cheer me up

And when the storm comes, I will hold the track
Golden Carousel slowly Head

And when the storm comes, I will hold the track
Golden Carousel, slowly Head