Текст песни Ощупь - Зима

Winter is on my gardens
The road stretches , as luck would have
Again freeze my fruit
Again, do not deal with it the heat

Winter Presents piled
And cushions weaves tangles
She zalizhet us incandescent
Colds roots and petals

We would live up to the heat
We would walk to the fields
Young stems
Put all the words

And where the sun rises when
Dark , tired of long ago
Winter subsides and sometimes
I do not seem so funny

The trouble will be in words
And our cemetery without graves
Ott tears subside fear
And it will be time to gain strength

And we, every day waiting for a holiday
And begged each other : - " Suffer "
When we are having fun , you are so jealous
What we feed you again with your hands

We have lived up to the heat
We dobreli to fields
Young stems
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