When the weather is cold
From our homes and friends
We attracted by green
distant beautiful lands
Paris, Delhi, Berlin
When it’s cold, when it’s cold..
There is reason for that
From our native Penates
Distant lands pulling, calling for us
Seems like we’d have more fun
There is a reason for us
Native homes are warm
But we miss all the time
New impressions, adventures and friends
It is a trouble for us
But we seek friendship, love and romance
No matter how fun
our lives oversees
We return to our homes someday.
When we find our way?
Not today, not today…
(вольный перевод В.Высоцкий "В холода, в холода")
When it is cold
© Copyright: Дана Давыдова, 2016
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