Lyrics Зимовье Зверей - Дворники

In cold pipes, water freezes,
In the glasses ice, on the windowsills snow ...
Meti blizzard, meti, while cold,
Polar night
Take me for the night.
While the wind in the spill and the stars are on weight,
While the chords freeze in the chest,
Meti, blizzard, met with tears and without,
Cool fun,
Go ahead!
Metey, blizzard, until it becomes warmer,
Wake up, blizzard, wake, while it's hot,
Everyone who is with you the same blood,
Who sleeps on his shoulder
Shoulder-o-shoulder.
Janitor from Lennon Street
Are not afraid of neither frost nor hunger -
Bearded generation
Rock and roll old town.
From full moon to solar storms
Only seventeen inspiration of spring.
Met, blizzard, meti, and eyebrows are not gloomy -
Mete in depth,
Look for depth.
Flip, blizzard, page of times -
Under a layer of gold asphalt of silver,
The names of darkness, but not enough names,
So, I'm sorry,
So, it's time
Janitor from Lennon Street
Are not afraid of neither frost nor hunger -
Bearded generation
Rock and roll old town.
Guitars in hand, broom in the teeth - and the way!
Underground running from frost to spring.
Meti, blizzard, until the salted mercury
Flows to the bottom
And it melts at the bottom.
Blizzard, blizzard, blow ash from the tables,
Look, the dawn is cracking like a gunpowder,
And in the silence the Word of Words already sounds,
And the sun -
As a sun shield!
Janitor from Lennon Street
Are not afraid of neither frost nor hunger -
Bearded generation
Rock and roll old town.
Janitor from Lennon Street
Marching on a fresh head -
The legendary generation
Rock-n-roll honest city