Текст песни Чичерина - А говорила сома

Blue snow drifts tears
On the window flower frozen.
Cold, outside
Black dog running after white cat .
You are , as always, go to bed alone.

And she said :
" The crisis soon be winter ."
And she said ...

Cold, alone at home .
Today, tomorrow , yesterday and forever.
Waiting for him in the past waited.
But he is far and around the winter.
You are , as always, go to bed alone.

You are , as always, you go ...