Текст песни ПилОт - Депрессивная зима

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Depressive Winter

There, and the leaves rush in the dance,
Dancing drunk hands
Heavy smoky smile
Morning in a cold bed meets me

Winter comes to its feet,
The fingers are scalded with a frost
And the children look hungry
Eyes on the grub in the warm wind-a-ah

Depressive winter eats slap-a-be-y-y-x
Depressive winter on-to-on

Frozen tram windows,
Draw probably summer
Hungry birds are dying in snowdrifts
cigarette butts, autumn under the shiny door

They trample on the road,
Old grandfather that brings gifts
He is waiting for children, and in the evenings
They look at the calendar where the summer is painted

Chorus

Scythe to fool the night,
They play round dances bravely
Like my last train
A blind blizzard accompanies a drunken laughter

I got a cold from the morning
Guitar in the orchestra
The whole sky collapsed on his face
Vodka and a glass of port wine