Текст песни екатерина перченкова - где не чует зима под собой голубой колеи...

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II
which does not feel the winter under a blue track
gaining hot blood in the ice bowl
sleeping under the wings of my sisters pine
Zina and folk
where the eyes are not asking for the earth empty tracks
where bullfinches Rowan runners rails
where death itself treated me with water
neither alive nor dead
reported missing
that transparency is doubly cold glass of light
that the wind whispered then just
I married a foreign
I winter in the hands of big bore