Winter

Ukrán

Zima (Зима)

Ти сиділа в маленькій кнайпi,
Снiг на вiкнах твiй профiль креслив.
Ти писала про щось у скайпi,
Допиваючи свiй еспресо.
Теплий запах твого волосся
Долинав на сусiднiй столик,
Та менi не болiло зовсiм -
Я втомився вiд цих iсторiй.

Приспiв:
Бо зима надворi i замерзло море,
І в холоднiй тишi ми не стали ближчi.
Бо зима надворi i думки прозорi,
І нарештi треба вiдпустити тебе.

2-й куплет
Ти всмiхалася ноутбуку
Ти пила тую каву чорну.
Я дивився на твої руки
І не бачив уже нiчого.
Досi тиснуть в районi серця,
Не проявленi фотоплiвки.
Але бiльше немає сенсу
Берегти нашi лiтнi знiмки.

Приспiв:
Бо зима надворi i замерзло море,
І в холоднiй тишi ми не стали ближчi.
Бо зима надворi i думки прозорi,
І нарештi треба вiдпустити тебе.

Бо зима на дворi i замерзло море,
І в холоднiй тишi ми не стали ближче.
Бо зима на дворi i думки прозорi,
І нарештi треба вiдпустити тебе.

Вiд тебе...
Тебе вiд тебе ...
Тебе вiд тебе ...
Тебе вiд тебе...

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Angol

Winter

You were sitting in a small bar,
The snow at the windows was drawing your profile.
You were writing about something on skype,
Having drunk your espresso.
The warm smell of your hair
Reached the next table,
It didn't hurt me at all -
I'm tired of all this story.

Chorus:
Because winter is out there and the sea froze up,
And we didn't get closer in the cold silence.
Because winter is out there and clear thoughts,
And at last I have to let go of you.

2nd verse
You were smiling at your notebook
Drinking this black coffee.
I looked at your hands
And no longer saw anything else.
They're still squeezing in some parts of my heart,
Those films.
But it does no longer make any sense
To keep our pictures.

Chorus:
Because winter is out there and the sea froze up,
And we didn't get closer in the cold silence.
Because winter is out there and clear thoughts,
And at last I have to let go of you.

Because winter is out there and the sea froze up,
And we didn't get closer in the cold silence.
Because winter is out there and clear thoughts,
And at last I have to let go of you.

Of you...
You, of you...
You, of you...
You, of you...

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