Текст песни Мишень Лазарев - Семь пядей сердца

Seven spans heart
lacking
Our dyr .
Under cover to keep warm -
scree gold
snow profit

Drank - drunk and woke up - and the night
Ends,
So be it , so be it , until ...

In most of the white footpath
No needles, no snowflakes without hitting ,
You and he , yes I Halinka -
On the top shelf - softly, softly among the trees .

On the last train -
Where the snow
Above the roof and fence ,
Drop candles , the smell of the match.
Night to heaven .
Our Father whispers land .