Текст песни Сергей Труханов, автор слов Григорий Кружков - Снег

All that we exhale on a cold day:
Dream lumps, foggy podkits offended,
and those bubbles with which the earth breathes,

and smoke from pipes, and steam of an unrestal river,
and cloud over Lohan in which to wash
stubbornly try black male,

and gray smoke, and oil river steam,
and our breaths and morning yawns,
And all fearful-helpless words -

go up - and, having passed through seven heavens
and seven golden curtains - world kulis -
transformed into stars and roll down -

Look - how flickering lace ribbons,
diamond sparks of cross and rings -
As if the angels did the workshop here!

So the heavens teach us to write poems,
So it is visited by eternity while snow
We fly without touching black, greedy land.