Текст песни Антон Семёнов - В эту зимнюю ночь

In our city, lights,
And in my heart the sorrow
In our house, we are alone ,
Crying candles at night.
And draws on the glass
A photograph of the frost ,
Cup of coffee on a table ,
Your bouquet of white roses .

Chorus:
This winter night
I am writing these lines ,
Their dictates winter
And nipping frost.
This winter night
I now know exactly
What 's your bouquet
Of white roses.

Let me remind flowers
Tale our warm days ,
I remember I remember you ,
I remember poplar snow.
The days of our July meeting ,
Summer Nights in the dark,
And now it's time to burn me
This clumsy text.