Hi guys!
Another song performed by me - don't judge strictly!
Joke...
They molded a woman in the frost - arms, legs, head.
She stands in an absurd pose, neither alive nor dead,
And I don't need another one now,
Let there be thousands of beautiful women in the world, There is no one whiter or cleaner than her,
And you won't find another one like her, Even if you burst!
Oh, this woman is cheerful, big, all made of snow.
Her soul is for love, and her legs are made for running.
I run next to my beloved, Oh, how clear her eyes are!
And I languish under her tender gaze,
Will such a beauty live to see the spring?
Ah, in the spring our winter dreams will become feeble and melt.
And then girls come to us, with whom we are on first-name terms,
They take us with their warm hands
Together with our dreams, Like a vice. And at night
They whisper to us: "Stay with us", That's unlikely!
But our summer is not eternal, and October is relentless.
Well, of course, we are not particularly sad about this.
We will be charmed and dazzled by the Fairies of summer vacations.
Oh, why don't they make themselves
Snow guys in winter?
