Lyrics M - От холода

unbearably cold
colder than on the street
and even, than now in Russia
and even, than at the North Pole
cold unbearably

blow on my fingers
ice and wet
like Kay's cheeks

wanted to admit
to you in something important
but I fall asleep

from the cold yes
from the cold yes

steel lull
heart is tired
and is silent from the road

let you get angry
under your blanket
I pull my legs warm

from the cold yes
from the cold yes

do not worry
I remember the rules
but it happens, will dream

strange autumn
you are a warm hand to me
close your eyelashes

by cold