Я жду, когда снег станет теплее, Когда глаза...

I'm waiting for the snow to get warmer
When eyes won't lie to us
When the ships rise from the bottom of the seas,
I'm waiting for us to know more
Why does no one give me a chance? ..
My right is to become a bird!
What will these days be after us ...
And what we will dream ...
And again - I'm sorry ...
Goodbye
It's like an oath to heaven
Leaving the pack at dawn
We will become a shadow
Where we are not ...
And we asked every day: "Save!",
They asked us not to look into our eyes,
But the sea wind took away the secrets of the soul,
Rising from the bottom
This was my salt in the holds
But the other shores did not get warmer
And I woke up when I saw the dunes
Already at the bottom ...
Like stone, naked sails ...
Just,
Become a Caravel ...
And we will catch the northeastern trade fair,
Swaddled eyes white ...