Олег Поляков - North Wind | Текст песни

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I'll cover in my rug
With my cat
I'm not afraid of the north wind,
I'll don't think about it.
There are some words on my lips,
Stupid phrases,
But I'll never say it,
It's a short phase.

I'm so alone
Between the mountainas of snow,
Go away,
You make no sense for me.
Only you are here,
Mister Fluffy Cat,
Nobody else can help me
Now, after and again.


North wind.
Death meets.

I'll cover in my rug
With my cat.
You can give me the worth,
If you only can...
Nobody knows about
My unearthly fear.
Take my hand if you could,
If you ever near...

Pot, fine,
Pain of his little oil,
Ice rain
And a little fork...

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