Текст песни Флёр - из сумрака леса зовем иногда

Snow cover their tracks , go out the window ,
A man or a tree you - dark anyway .
Cold hiding behind the door, spied our dreams .
Dreamed of the forest, where we as trees , and the trees as we are.

Between us laid rails, train and fly .
We are each other out of the gloom of the forest inviting sometimes -
Passengers can hear the sound a bit ,
Taking him by the road creak and rattle .

Our branch broke under the weight of snow creaking trunks ,
We were frightened man steps and gnashing of saws .
We are entwined in a stationary dance, which leads winter.
We have trees and can not cuddle up to each other and to take refuge in their homes.

Blue frost froze on my eyelashes , and on the fingers - the ice.
In heaven, snow-white bird tore white cat.
From the sky falling, falling feathers , sleep , go to sleep ..
People dream that they like the trees , and we like them.

Our branch broke under the weight of snow creaking trunks ,
We were frightened man steps and gnashing of saws .
We are entwined in a stationary dance, which leads winter.
We have trees and can not cuddle up to each other and to take refuge in their homes.