Текст песни Екатерина Болдырева - Зимняя румба

1. Picking up your cloak, picking up a funny motive
  Like blind puppies picking us up the road
  Flew away, combed our summer
  You don’t understand him: like, we still stayed
  I wish I could live like that! Wanted - combed
  So I would have someone to play such games with
  The ants are gone or maybe frozen
  Clouds are hanging, smoke is falling down the boiler room pipe.

  Snow is not dirty, paths are not trodden
  Suddenly let go. Yes, and memory without being overlooked
  It gives not that. Like a tailor taking measurements
  Poking around in nose
  There is no one to be sad, and again no one will ask
  Why are we so insignificant
  We mean a lot, but for ourselves, that's all.

  2. Teach me to test people for strength
  Teach me to look for my tricks in them
  Teach me to compose your pictures
  And be serious when laughter tickles your throat
  The ants left, but the TV remained
  What is there, atomic! There will be no war
  There is one war - between ours and us
  Do not understand me: like, I still stayed

  Snow is not dirty, paths are not trodden
  Suddenly let go. Yes, and memory without a twinge
  It doesn’t give out - like a drunk driver
  Now in a snowdrift, then in a pole, then in a stop
  Nowhere to go, and again no one will say
  Why are we so wasteful even though
  We take a lot from ourselves, and that’s it.