Текст песни Бригада С - Розовый След На Белой Дороге

The city smells of separation and snow falls
Wind chasing scraps of posters and newspapers
So winter is exactly two thousand years
Will the snow will snow be snow.

White flakes heaven in rags and torn to shreds,
Winds will spill and will respond blizzard.
Exactly two thousand years will be based on a white blanket,
But you will pass - will follow, will trace.

   On the white road,
   Pink trail.
   On the white road
   Will only trace of pink.

Give your shoulders, so the wind is eternal, and Belarusian.
Yellow taxi lights cut a snowstorm.
It is strange the word "yet" in the light of melknёt hand,
And again, the snow, the snow.

   On the white road,
   Pink trail.
   On the white road
   Will only trace of pink.

   Will only pink trail
   Will only pink trail
   On the white road ...
   Will only trace of pink.