Текст песни ХЛЫНИНА ИРИНА - Мается в горсти

Snow fallen from the sky in handfuls.
Snow falling from the sky in the tentacles of antennas.
I'll go outside, flushed with happiness
I will go to the street to be sad.
I'll go outside, flushed with happiness
I will go to the street to be sad.

There, through the spans, in the fireworks of ice
People, like planets, without orbits and suns -
Spin on the frozen wings of cautious happiness,
Crumpled in a twilight coat,
Spin on the frozen wings of cautious happiness,
Crumpled at dusk ...