Song: Snow

In her eyes crushes glass evening lights floors
And somewhere very deep howling wind in it in it

And when sweeps white flakes whirl,
Again she's not sleeping and waiting for spring will come faster than death...

And again silence, in a dark room, fear and pain...
I don't know whose fault it was, I don't know what's wrong with me!
And nerves like a string and the words are like a quiet howl,
Mom, I'm here alone, I want to go home...
The sorrow and the taste of sand, solitude - a little moan
In his temples pounding melancholy, like a funeral peal.
Can't remember when - a year ago or maybe a century
Left my spring and the first snow fell...