Текст песни Александр А.В.С. Скворцов - Песенка надеющегося на встречу

Little night frozen city
Droplets throws me at the gate ...
Running, stepping for the gate,
I know - someone is waiting for me in the fog!

Someone with an infinitely kind of hope
Someone who will be near!
Not terrible any hurricanes,
If we come back to the house we!

Cold and zyabko behind the window.
Sleeping on the battery whose cat ...
Power in the window Close Rag
And in the night fog I'll go snooled.

You sorry me, obhrum!
I just know - someone is waiting in the fog!
I'm quiet and do not say goodbye ...
But I will come back, I promise!

A.V.S.