Lyrics Evan Gard - 5. Последний самолёт зимы

Watch how it falls to the ground
The last plane of winter.
And the crowd of white troops
Lie down on the bayonets of the grass.
AND CROWD CROWD
Lying on the grass
And the buds on the leaves are like bombs, -
The secret weapon of spring.

See how thousands of snowflakes
Lie down on the bayonets of the grass.
Look at the rainbow drops -
They have icy dreams.
And here in my stuffy ward
Four green walls ...
Outside, death plays
On the flute of spring ...

Watch how it falls to the ground
The last plane of winter ...
Watch how it falls to the ground
The last plane of winter ...
And here in my stuffy ward
I have ice dreams ...
Outside, death plays
On the flute of spring ...