Текст песни Александр Чернядьев - 57. Бросаю вызов

Sorry, there is no snow in the house,
I love its color white
On a black background,
A word written on the fence is not evil,
Winter, sadness, no love, no pain,
I break down into the distance
Someone be of use in the ancestors,
Someone in the song of youth,
I'll stay Nedopetaya,
I'll stay naked to the goal,
So it is a pity that there is no autumn in the house
Lace cotton with leaves
Yes, so just from the pain,
For cracked lips
The familiar taste of salt,
In the eyes of the wounded
Swollen blood vessels,
So it is a pity that no one in the house,
I drew them to familiar stories and the sea,
I told them to just smile,
have poured tea and quietly opened,
So sorry, that does not wait for anyone,
Leaflets last fall,
Snow'll set the void,
So sorry, I no longer love.