Текст песни Фіолет - Зимова

In the portfolio of books, upside down
Empty boxes by December snow
Covered as lines from your diary ...

On the wight of heaven, the whole world is for you
And on the table hot tea with honey
And your hands baby vanilla aesthetics ...

Chorus:
And somewhere in the blue skies
They talk about the boundless sea
Hold this snow in your hand
I melt but always close

And in the sky, the wind of trees warm
There will be no more until next summer
Close your window, let the hurtley rage ...

You're sad somewhere, and I'm on the road
In our latitude, we fly frosty
And let the curtains get snow with a carpet ...

Chorus

On the walls of summer, palms in the light
From your eyes something invisible has collapsed
I use the pencil to make tears of happiness ...

Roses of malt, we are too young
To keep your sun in the cold
Closure the door and hide behind the blanket ...

Refrain (2)

And I will come and give you a live sunflower ...