Текст песни Лора Бочарова - 9 января

In the poisoned wine
sealed amber -
as a drop of hot sleeping in the ashes of the fireplace.
Behind the door in silence
He ruled in January
Kuta year old and his feather.

Your window sill is clean as a moment of creation,
String is not moved sheet
And the smoke tends upward,
The ninth day - and it is your birth.
From holiday wreaths holly has not been removed ...

In the snow-covered yard
two lines of tracks
and in the line of destiny are so many loops.
Two nights in January -
you were not ready for them,
snow shower in the wind howled.

You unknown shield against predictions.
Your sky is broken,
And the snow is flying, flying ...
And with sharp shoulders slips her touch.
Two nights in January, when the soul hurts ...

Here, the clock ticks,
flashing display,
It carries adrenaline under the metro area.
The balance of the hostile forces,
bonded agreement
frost on the window ink pen.

My love for you - frozen pendulum:
Do not shake the scales, do not change the axis -
I otmolit you from the darkest forces.
... Along the lines of lights at night rushing taxis ...