Виктор Беседин - Снегопад - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Summer day and suddenly, as in a fairy tale, a real snowfall is an unhappy sign, so they say. Over the iga of this old we laughed sometimes, we laughed and did not know that the trouble would come to us. Chorus: We did not know that we would lose a friend on the very first day of winter. And I could not imagine for a moment that we would suddenly become strangers. What was, to regret, can no longer be returned. Which of us is guilty of this? Maybe you, maybe I. And it’s funny now and sad oaths to remember yours, here ...