Nebo tsveta "stal'",
List'ev cheyornyi les.
My idyom gulyat' - zimnii den'
I ya zamerz.
Bylo by teplei
Kaby eto byl Los-Anzheles.
Kaliforniya snitsya, a poka
My v sugrobah do nebes.
Tserkov' ya nashyol
Na svoyom puti
Na koleni pal
Zamalival grihi.
Pop znaet pro moroz
Tam, gde zamerznet bes.
Kaliforniya snitsya, a poka
My vse v sugrobah do nebes.
Nebo tsveta "stal'",
List'ev chyornyi les.
My idyom gulyat' - zimnyi den'
I ya zamerz.
Bylo by teplyei
Kaby eto byl Los-Anzheles
Kaliforniya snitsya, a poka
My vse v sugrobah do nebes.