When you get tired, tell me that it is not right.
Tell me that autumn entered their rights,
That the sun is no longer warming like a damn
Cooled sea, coast, mountains, wind and moon.
Chorus:
And now the white chalk sprinkles everything around
Winter, dressed in a caftan, embroidered with silver.
In her hand, ringing tambourine, and in another broom -
She walks that they keep everything to you.
When you get tired, notebook note sheet
Cutting and maybe you write a whim.
Attach guitar - Princess Sweet dreams,
And do not hold a lump in the hand clamped gentle words.
Chorus:
And now the white chalk sprinkles everything around
Winter, dressed in a caftan, embroidered with silver.
In her hand, ringing tambourine, and in another broom -
She walks that they keep everything to you.
When I'm tired, in my last shelter
I will come even if there is no one here,
Spring wind to go into his rock and roll.
In the process of this forgetting where the ceiling where the floor is.
Chorus:
And now the white chalk sprinkles everything around
Winter, dressed in a caftan, embroidered with silver.
In her hand, ringing tambourine, and in another broom -
She walks that they keep everything to you.
When you get tired, tell me that it is not right.
Tell me that autumn entered their rights,
That the sun is no longer warming like a damn
Cooled sea, coast, mountains, wind and moon.
Chorus:
And now the white chalk sprinkles everything around
Winter, dressed in a caftan, embroidered with silver.
In her hand, ringing tambourine, and in another broom -
She walks that they keep everything to you.