чеша - зимнее - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Time cures. Yes, only in my pockets it remained completely at the bottom. I definitely don’t have enough for travel. Only a few days on the calendar. I don’t have enough for happiness, to replace the year, I am in the winter every hour, and my God, what is the life of a wretched one here. In vain I saved all this, hastily throwing it into a bag, did not notice how I became a poet. And now the world to me is lonely and tidy. I tried to protect any minute, hide in myself and not give it away. I wanted to envelop you and escape from my eternal January.