Текст песни Пилот - Депрессивная зима

As the leaves worn in dance,
Dancing drunken hands .
Heavy stoned smile
I was met by a cold morning in bed.

Winter comes to his feet,
Frost scalded fingers
And children are watching hungrily
On warm grub windows .

Prospect : Depressive winter eats the weak!

Frozen windows in trams
Paint films about summer.
Hungry birds die in the snowdrifts ,
Like flies in autumn under zablevali door.

I followed the road sweeps
Old grandfather that brings gifts .
He was waiting for the children , and in the evenings
They look at the calendar, which is drawn summer!

Prospect : Depressive winter eats the weak!

Oblique to stupor night
Weave dances boldly,
Again, my last train
Accompanies blind drunk blizzard laughter .

A cold morning singing
Guitar in the orchestra this .
The sky collapsed on the face,
Full fucked up, half a glass of port.