Торба на Круче - Intro - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Do you know that another pleasure, going to smoke on the frozen vestibule on the third night, think:

And how interesting there, at the North Pole, can a person talk to anyone in the cold? Can a person talk to anyone in the cold? Can a person talk to anyone at all?

Or he remains like me, recalling, stooping, as once for a long time, in the brown -school August night and he was carried in the crosses of Belaya Volga streets, overtaking Lada and Muscovites. And when he loomed the station in a pale storus in front, and he, preparing for separation, sat a little alive. She, from the rear seat, was sitting on her front, smiled on her shoulder hand gently. He reproached himself then, it is hopelessness, unnecessary love, dog nonsense. And he did not think that her such simple tenderness would warm him through so many cold years.