Текст песни Александр и Михаил Платовы - Покров

Not about love autumn
Watercolor clouds
Multiply my feelings
First snow on the cover.
Warm, bright, lively
Snow Snow young
Let him the hero of the winter
But it is not blowing in the winter.

What a good
This holiday Shroud,
Wreath of happiness sovёsh
Snowflake-colors
Suppose that far away spring,
But in the soul of the celebration,
In April, without a bottom
October natural.

Is there degrees of wine,
Female hand magic
Lasky them for me,
As if the sky kinship.
About love without change
White clouds
Their lyricism - not decay
We understand without words.

He brightens up school words
Earth snowpack:
My poet, I'm yours
Muse best poems!

What a good
This holiday Shroud!