Андрей Крячков - Тихий зимний вечер - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

A quiet winter evening, snow slowly fell outside the window. He turned off the TV, caught himself thinking that his transfer was terribly annoying. He took a cigarette from a pack, went out onto the balcony, lit a cigarette, dragging on several times, suddenly realized that he smoked only a few minutes ago. A cigarette with a falling star flew down. And she didn’t call, well, she didn’t call and that's it. He sat on the floor again and looked at the phone, and the boring "Why?" And the heart was somehow alarming, and that evening popped up before their eyes when they broke up. He looked at the silent phone, and the boring "why?" But why? Only one word, one single word, and he would abandon everything, would have passed through the walls, but no. But why? And why do not women understand that men sometimes do not understand them?