Грета и Голландия - все уйдут во льды... - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Everyone will go to the ice. And the ice will float: the night will retreat, retreat. And the fog will leave, and "Mom, I'm sorry, there were people there."

I am like a door in a dream. I just don't, but fall asleep soon. You will return and will only tell me that there, behind the door, the steppe ... fog ... and the sky threatens us with a fist of clouds. Gori, soul! My soul, get torn, but light the road.

Here is such an answer - traces on the glass and the sunset strip. Night ... night will come and free - after all, she is not a burden.

You ... fog ... and the sky threatens us with a fist of clouds. Gori, soul! My soul, get torn, but light the road.