Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Я знаю точно растает лёд

All night on the street, it’s charming and outside the window white and thicker than a directory. A fresh calendar and a janitor. A small Tajik with a shovel in the courtyard circles in the language of Hayama. Mother in January. you found out that while I know one thing I know for sure the ice will melt in the silence of the midnight Oriole will sing and the red-haired girl warm from sleep in the frozen world spring weather forecast snowfall in the street congestion are cars like snowdrifts with an exhaust pipe and from receivers fm not dinner bonny um sings like surf splashes on the gods people hurry up slithers losing mittens in the mud to the entrance to the bowels of the all-weather subway and I hurry to tell you with flowers under my coat that, contrary to forecasts of the weather bureau, I know the ice will melt in the silence of the midnight Oriole and red as a girl warm from sleep in an asylum the world will come spring in a tent with the inscription tobacco some street wit glued a ski advertisement on a slope but jokes to citizens are not high because snowfall pensioners and doctors igatsants didn’t so unexpectedly interfere with their usual drive and the weavers in a natural disaster are now one family, and only a brisk little peanut like a big watermelon sits on a sled smiling as he knows he will surely melt the ice in the silence of the midnight oriole will sing and the red girl will come warm from sleep to the frozen world spring will come we know the ice will melt the silence of the midnight oriole will sing and the red-haired girl warm from sleep in spring will come to the frozen world
spring will come to the asiatic world spring will come to the asiatic world