Текст песни Ирина Круг - Сказочка

tale
This wind is blowing in the closed windows , tearing off its hinges
This night conjures white snow whipping bed
Nothing that tropinochke lie , it does not tell you where you went ,
And in the morning threw traces , no one will know who you loved .

I myself decided , though she guessed night , but my
Do not worry dear, what will that was not your sorrow
Nothing that tropinochke lie , it does not tell you where you went ,
And in the morning threw traces , no one will know who you loved .

Night song can not be heard and the road is not visible, only hear the sound of hearts
Here and fairy tales end ...

What am I God , that I people how they deal with who spent the night .
Who will condemn me ? Who I wanted it and called !
Nothing that tropinochke lie , it does not tell you where you went ,
And in the morning threw traces , no one will know who you loved .