Текст песни Вера Волкова - Три оранжевых солнца

On the smell of cold
On the smell of snow
He is a white crow
Hurtling along the trail
Above your city
Above your roof
If you listen
You hear them

Noise December
Winter wake
Angel in the sun
Clock watching
He takes
From under the wing of a fan
And his sway
Calling a breeze

Three orange sun
And it's the last night
A year later, you come back
But now, fly away!
Do not try to stay!
And this is your destiny!
We will have to leave ...
to meet in heaven ...

Angel playing,
Angel laughs
Wind vsletaet,
curly hair
Wings sweep
in the whole sky!
The ringing of bells
his white wings!
He clipped
White beard
And Snow White
It circled over the city
Angel playing ...
while laughing ...
Time melts away ...
they parted ...

Three orange sun
And it's the last night
A year later, you come back
But now, fly away!
Do not try to stay!
And this is your destiny!
We will have to leave ...
to meet in heaven ...