ПИТАТЕЛЬНЫЙ ЖЕНЬШЕНЬ romantic - ПЕРВЫЙ СНЕГ - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You go to bed with a dull and gray December evening, under the whistle of gusty wind and the noise of the rain. But waking up in the morning, suddenly you immediately feel the torn silence, peace and white light and color that pours from everywhere. You are in a hurry to go to the window, you twist the curtain, and there ... the first snow! The course of time slowed down, the streets are empty and clean, under this white bedspread. In a few hours in the morning, as in a fairy tale, he changed everything around. Isn't it a miracle? And let this snow, as usual, soon mixes with urban mud and melt, let it be. But a miracle, a small inaccurate ice cream remains in our hearts forever. And we, like children, are waiting for and waiting for him again.