Игорь Ивченко, Анатолий Багрицкий - Зима
текст песни

When around an impassable winter
When birds freeze in flight
In the snow, at home wrapped tight
And the window eye sockets are squinting

They don’t want rhyme outward and freeze on the glass
Patterns in which "not"
Not a flock of impudent sparrows that you will not return back
Although they are of course "for"
Us cold, snow, longing cannot be won
What is January about when the soul is in April?
And those who still have not started to live
Stop it to turn the former
It's time to close the door tightly behind him
And take on other watercolors

Who is knocking on the bottom there
Separation did not come for us
Put all the chips in the spring
Hope of pushing away from the edge

The bottom always has two sides, what is we dummaged in?
Naive, but honest
Teeth, we go into a rage, the process is more important than the answer
There is no stubbornly woodpecker

Let the polar star will rise to Zenit
There is a direction - half the way in your pocket
But you still have to bite the granite
To pick up your prize and have to
Through the thorns to shy away in the fog
Although it is more pleasant to sleep on the couch

It turns out that it will be more fun
Nerve - bowstring, click - arrow in the target
No explanation. Heated
Otherwise the rope rubs the neck

Above the flooring of the half of the screw, tearing off the sword from the chain of the Damocles
I drive forward stenes
Strek in a leales, a roundabout path in the fields
The stove is rushing - my fate

The fate of fate is pretty difficult
Her tail and in the mane, flies into a tambourine
Oh how good it is to go crazy
A couple of biting a bit
In pursuit of a dream what is eternally melting
After all, the Greek does not catch up with the turtle