Екатерина Жужа - этой зимой - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

This winter is surprisingly little snow, everywhere rains slush, longing and darkness. The windows are empty as if the troubles of this city - in their glass -toothed mouths. The walls are especially cheeses and silent, it seems every crack in them - it hurts, and in your chest something breaks into pieces with wild power, pricks and cracks. It may be better to go out into the air, if you have one, maybe this city swallows tears? Strange, shot, inanimate. If someone looks from a large sky there, let him let him a little sins. This winter, surprisingly little snow and amazingly pulls on assholes.