Rumor do me last speech
When some of the dark nights
Hiding from the sun, like a dark eyes,
Snow everywhere will die for good?
First breath of spring I dislike,
Birth of life through the cold and ice.
I would not say that we fly away into the distance,
And that in the kingdom of snow have someone take it.
Among born herbs let me sleep
Nature hand of a gesture - "Goodbye!"
Running time because we do not rotate.
I'm leaving for good, and you - one dies.
The rumor you tell me the last question? ..
Although you say something, and you can not tell.
Hiding from the sun closed eyes,
Snow will be water in the rivers to remain silent.