Текст песни Вадим Казаченко - Белые метели

White blizzards © T. Markova - T. Markova

What a sad snowstorm
And how much space she has in the field ...
What a narrow bed
And only we were expanse
A snowstorm swept outside
Frozen window blanketed
But one blanket was enough for two of us ...

Chorus:
These white blizzards are spinning my head
These white blizzards - I give them my soul
These white blizzards make us drunk
These white blizzards - and there will be no end to them ...

... Enough of us and silence
Smile, gaze and patience
The chest felt how gentle your eyelashes are touching ...
As if hops were bridled
But soon all filled!
What a sad blizzard ...
And how much space she has in the field ...