Пружины Нет - Белым-белым, практически из ничего...
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White-white, almost nothing
We appear from one to five,
From forecasts for the day, all the "some of that":
"Cold -cold means a cold on the way!"
The semicircle I painted on the wall -
It's just a smile without eyes and again
It turns out that if you think in a dream,
You can invent something that will fly.

From home to the house,
From the sky to smoke
From delirium ford,
From here to them,
From foam to walls,
From the stairs down,
Sip of water, clapping eyelashes.

Winter-Mama-Mama, winters-mama-mama,
Winter-Mama-Mama, Mom-Zimam!

White-white, everything will be able to paint over everything,
Which did not hide after the water of November,
You think that someone carries from this,
What was already somewhere, but in vain!
It was and is, it will be later
And it doesn't matter who loves to look at it,
Something else is important, namely,
So that everything continues to fly as before ...

From home to the house,
From the sky to smoke
From delirium ford,
From here to them,
From foam to walls,
From the stairs down,
Sip of water, clapping eyelashes.

Winter-Mama-Mama, winters-mama-mama,
Winter-Mama-Mama, Mom-Zimam!

White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...
White-white, almost nothing ...

From home to the house,
From the sky to smoke
From delirium ford,
From here to them,
From foam to walls,
From the stairs down,
Sip of water, clapping eyelashes.

Winter-Mama-Mama, winters-mama-mama,
Winter-Mama-Mama, Mom-Zimamamamama!

Winter-Mama-Mama, winters-mama-mama,
Winter-Mama-Mama, Mom-Zimam!