Текст песни А.Малинин, Н.Малинин - Вьюга

Walked up the blizzard of my fill
White winter
I've done it with me
What was, was
Drunk rivers are turbulent
A little water
Carry my love with me
I forgot about me

Clear sun
To the very bottom
I will drink a cup of grief
Blizzard I can not forgive

Our booze is a matter of war, a matter of cotton
Friendship unlikely, idle
What do we share with you ...
You give me back my fashionable, cool
Sweetheart sweetheart
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Thunderhead
Wind idle
You're on the spree
And I'm with you
What will be will be
Eh, with you, we roam
Blowing naughty
She just has fun with you
Well, for the winter will forget

Clear sun
To the very bottom
I will drink a cup of grief
Blizzard I can not forgive

Our booze is a matter of war, a matter of cotton
Friendship unlikely, idle
What do we share with you ...
You give me back my fashionable, cool
Sweetheart sweetheart
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How many years have passed, gone
Life is not fun
To the crown another stole
What happened, it became
And at night, like a sweet
You called me
Spilled a lot of bitter tears
Love and wait is tired!

Clear sun
Up to the dodonyshka
I will drink a cup of grief
Blizzard I can not forgive

Our booze is a matter of war, a matter of cotton
Friendship unlikely, idle
What do we share with you ...
You give me back my fashionable, cool
Sweetheart sweetheart
Like new

Yeah stop ear howl
Yeah stop ear howl
Yeah stop ear howl