Текст песни Кирилл Комаров - Вода подо льдом

In our town heat as a shelf,
It is only on the river - ice.
And someone delirious all night dudit in tune,
He has his foot on the ice and calling:

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Give me to drink, drink me,
Give me to drink ice cold water.
Hold me, hold me,
Hold me and stay with me.

Salt on the tongue. Wolf on a leash.
In a black bowler hat under a white parasol,
Guided by his misfortune, he is looking for someone's home,
He prays for a greedy mouth:

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Our custom is that the door of a hundred castles,
We are afraid of drafts and wolves.
And three nights he wanders and calls
The one that will break the ice in the hole.

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And it is in the morning until dark
All sewing-embroidering, and suddenly remembers everything.
And sitting at the window, she was crying quietly,
Thread a needle can not hit.

Wolf fancies forest. Bird - the smell of heaven.
All left without - fancies house.
Vedomosti he or persecuted, the umbrella over him, or halo,
He believes that love the water under the ice.

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