Максим Крижевский - Белый снег
текст песни

Mother flattened to us
Souls on the bottom
Yes, she disposed of a shirt for us
In tears, a collar
So as not to stumble to us
With a bow of the string
From dense potion
Mouse
And to the edge of the far stretch
What they sing about there
How dull the needle
Stewing to sew cities
How children cry about us
And they call us to themselves
But we have nothing to answer
In the eyes of a swan

Behind the shadow in heaven
White snow wandered
I scattered bad weather
And in the morning blinded

How we lived
Dataly to squeeze the earth
How we live
Only the sky is silently silent
A well -fed wolf
The loop licks
While we finish it
Prilute agility
We walk
By non -nuclear pains
We are left
More than you can ask
Only in a hot furnace
Plunge through your eyes
And tears there
Grease the grain of bread

In vain, the sky was breaking
Light land
The cradle was crushed
I was already waking up copper
And by morning
There was still no ruble
To jam the hearts
Repented crat
And quipped all the birds
And we are sitting in silence
We see everything
But not that is coming on the heels
Wind -winged children
Gray in a dream
They dream of an eternal summer
With sin in half

This time woke up
From a chair to a chair
When in the windows
It began to hurt from the bruises
Everything that was laughed before
Huggers of cheekbones
And it turned out
That we no longer die
Only put your backs
Under the pleasant whip
It was just not
It hurts us for now
We just
Have not yet begun to endure
And not to sing the morning
On the courtyard of the rooster