Muzlee - Зима Мама - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Birds, birds,

It's so easy for them to crash.

And I - lie down, lie down.

Hold me tighter.

Carry me away, I will. Save me.

Russia is buried.

I'm frozen, a frozen colossus.

On our hectares of ice, thousands of tears.

Winter - Mother, let me live until spring.

These are all dreams!

Dreams, nightmares, prayers.

Voices in the sky. Monsters howl.

Evil needs miracles, it needs us.

We - the deaf and dumb, the blind.

Our bodies, knowingly,

will become stepping stones to terrible dreams.

Winter - Mother!

See you in the field with the first thaw of spring.

I lie there, hold me tighter, my Motherland.

Hold me, my Motherland,

All that your vastness, your blueness, asks for, hold me tighter. Asphyxia. Russia's sleeping areas, oh my God, how beautiful you are!

I've never met anyone else so beautiful.

Sadness?

The birds didn't hear us screaming in pain.

That no one will hear us, frozen in the field,

That our brood is left only to shatter.

Either we are destined, or someone needs it this way.

Let them not show us the way with the heat of their hearts

We must conquer the frost and the murderers and anew.

We will be reborn in golden fields.

In the blue of the dome. We will be in the fortresses of the forests.

In the essence of warmth.

Let a new world stand on our bones,

Let this pirouette in chained wrists,

Repeat many times! A great many times!

No loan to the future! No fate, there is only us!

Young, broken offspring of winter. Mom, don't be afraid of us, bloom with us,

We are Spring!