Текст песни маша badda boo - Межсезонье

Offseason blowing in the ears,
Bad weather - our burden,
Kohl did not hear, so listen,
As the rain takes time.

During the day the fog - night
Dark night, the ice melts.
Those who have nothing to hold on,
Up in the morning do not survive.

And in quiet towns,
Through the lights,
Gone forever,
Not seeing Dawn.

Those trees were higher,
The sky today,
We fell on our roof,
And for birds, we - the bread crumbs.

Hold me closer,
I did not hurt you cry,
Promise that will be easier,
What will go through the slush.

On the road netoptanoy
Hold arms to life,
View would be like God,
Domes of the clouds.

The palms to the sky,
And the death of sight,
And eternal spring,
And we are with you ...