Lyrics Трофим - МОСКОВСКАЯ

All night in the street chalk
And outside the window is white white
And in the thick of the directory
Fresh Calendar
And the janitor, a small Tajik
With a shovel around the yard turns
In the language of Hayama, mother January
Forgotten holidays long ago
Like last year's movie
Plot which, do not remember anyone
Aya bring you flowers
To quickly know you
About what I do not know yet

Chorus:
I know for sure that ice breaks up
In the midnight silence, the Ivolga singing
And the red-haired girl, warm from a dream
In the frozen world will spring

Loss.

Weather forecast, snow
In traffic jams, the streets are
Machines like drifts with an exhaust pipe
And from FM receivers
Unbeaten Boni M
Sings like on Bogamah splashing surf

The people are in a hurry, gliding
Losing mittens in the mud
To the entrance to the bowels of the all-weather metro
And I'm with flowers under my coat
I hasten to tell you about that
That, in spite of the running of the meteorological office

I know for sure that ice breaks up
In the midnight silence, the Ivolga singing
And the red-haired girl, warm from a dream
In the frozen world will spring

To the tent with the inscription "Tobacco"
Some kind of street wag
Attached the ad: & quot; Skiing for hire & quot;
But jokes to citizens are not a thrill
Because in their familiar drive
So suddenly the snow fell
Pensioners and doctors
Negotsianty and weavers
In a natural disaster now one family
And only a brisk karapuz
Similar to a large watermelon
Sitting on the sledge smiling, like me

He knows for sure that ice breaks up
In the midnight silence, the Ivolga singing
And the red-haired girl, warm from a dream
In the frozen world will spring
We know for sure that ice breaks down
In the midnight silence, the Ivolga singing
And the red-haired girl, warm from a dream
In the frozen world will spring

In the cold winter will come ...
In the cold winter will come ...