Текст песни Ernesto Cortazar - Dancing on the clouds

So the summer is ended, and soon - the winter!
Days of autumn - I had not noticed.
In that break all the blame herself,
But the same for all questions.

Twisting these months, days and weeks
I spun my head clear.
Here in the heart of winter, here in the sense snowstorm
Return inclement weather.

They say, they say, it happens, and time - my friend,
Be sure all peremeletsya.
It just seems to me that narrows the circle,
It will never change anything.

Suppose I did not believe that the apostate pain:
Echo times in the heart asks,
Who - there singing about the wound and salt,
It's more to me is not true!
Liana Yablokov.