Snow has quietly laid on the roof,
The city is running its blog.
It puts in the posts
Streets and bridges,
It is looking for its people,
For the rustle of the squares,
It is sharing the silence.
It is so cozy for me to be alone.
These streets like a tied scarf...
I can hear my every step,
I can hear my every step...
Snow is falling on the silent roofs,
This evening does not hear me,
I'm walking, I'm forgetting what I wanted to fix.
People in the windows dream of spring,
Snow will melt someday,
I'm taking this evening with myself as a souvenir...
The day will already be different,
Noisy and expensive,
It will hide my dreams
Among traffic jams and vanity.
Listening to the pulse of the city
I'm waiting, which means I'll see it done
That the snow will fall again
And a silent evening will find me.
These streets like a tied scarf...
I can hear my every step,
I can hear my every step...
Snow is falling on the silent roofs,
This evening does not hear me,
I'm walking, I'm forgetting what I wanted to fix.
People in the windows dream of spring,
Snow will melt someday,
And I'm taking this evening with myself as a souvenir,
And I'm taking this evening with myself as a souvenir,
And I'm taking this evening with myself as a souvenir...