Once, two, three and the plane rose to the sky,
Look, here I was, but here I was not.
Cities and their names on the map,
Here I was, I was here and here I will be in March.
Without you, over the abyss without a edge,
Like a sunset, dying in dawn,
Breathing a little, I think out loud for a second
Where are you, well, where is my dear?
White snow, white snow is spinning before me,
Clappes white under the feet lies.
White snow, white snow, I am perplexed,
How should I live without you? How to live until May?
Three, two, once. Platforms, trains, tickets,
Every hour we fly on rails, like comets,
No compartment for you, always reserved seats,
"Conductor, how can I live until March?"
Without her, like without Fedel Cubo,
I smoke in the vestibule, biting my lips,
Without her, like angels without paradise,
Where are you, well, where is my dear?
White snow, white snow is spinning before me,
Clappes white under the feet lies.
White snow, white snow, I am perplexed,
How should I live without you? How to live until May?
White snow, white snow is spinning before me,
Clappes white under the feet lies.
White snow, white snow, I am perplexed,
How should I live without you? How to live until May?
White snow, white snow is spinning before me,
Clappes white under the feet lies.
White snow, white snow, I am perplexed,
How should I live without you? How to live until May?