Трофим - Московская
текст песни

All night on Melo Street
And outside the window white white
And thicker directory
Fresh calendar
And janitor, little tajik
With a shovel in court circles
In Hayama, Mother January
Forgotten holidays long ago
Like last year's movie
The plot of which, do not remember anyone
I carry flowers to you
To quickly recognize you
That I still know one

Chorus:
I know exactly, falling
In the silence of the full, Ivolga will sing
And red girl, warm out of sleep
In the cold world will come spring

Loss.

Weather forecast, snowfall
In the opposites street stand
Machines like drifts with exhaust pipe
And from fm receivers
Unbeatable Boni M.
Sings like in the breams they should have a surf

The people are in a hurry, slides
Losing mittens in mud
To the entrance in the subsoil of the All-Year Metro
And I am with flowers under the coat
I hurry to tell you about
That contrary to the foregoes of meteobyuro

I know exactly, falling
In the silence of the full, Ivolga will sing
And red girl, warm out of sleep
In the cold world will come spring

To the tent with the inscription "Tobacco"
Some street stall
Printed by the announcement: "Skiing for hire"
But the jokes are not a kayf
Since in their usual drive
So unexpectedly intervened snowfall
Pensioners and doctors
Nonsense and weaver
In a sprawer is now one family
And only a brisk karapuz
Watermelon
Sits on sledes smiling like me

He knows exactly, falling
In the silence of the full, Ivolga will sing
And red girl, warm out of sleep
In the cold world will come spring
We know exactly, falling
In the silence of the full, Ivolga will sing
And red girl, warm out of sleep
In the cold world will come spring

In the cold world, spring will come ...
In the cold world, spring will come ...