Агата Вильчик - Белая гвардия, белый снег - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

White Guard, white snow, white music of revolutions. White woman, nervous laughter, white dress slightly touch. With a white hand, open the window, not seeing white light in it. White drink wine to the bottom, go out in the red street in white. When you return, everything will be different, and we would know each other when you come back, but I am not a wife or even a friend. When you return to me, so madly loved in the past, when you come back, you will see that the lot has long been abandoned and not abandoned by us. The blue twilight of past years timidly sneaks along the alleys. In this window, the light barely squeams, the notes are destroyed, the sounds of the bucks. Thin fingers tear off the chord ... They will not forgive us a reckless gift. Five oceans of the globe are beaten into the grill of steel gates. The red tram tapped in the night, the red sunset burned out in the glass, red-red kumachi from red trees fell to the ground. I did not wait for you in October, I saw dreams, I leafed through the dream book: red horses at the dawn were beaten with hooves on the windowsill. When you return, everything will be different, and we would know each other when you come back, but I am not a wife or even a friend. When you return, you will return to our city of the promised, when you come back - so impossible and so desired?