Текст песни
Snow covers the sleeping roofs,
The wind barely breathes in the old chimney.
Lanterns, like griffins from ancient legends,
Protect the snow-covered square from the cold.
Winter freezes outside,
But it cannot drive us mad.
An open book slumbers on the table,
All its lines completely forgotten.
Let a stinging blizzard rage outside,
Smashing an icy ocean against the glass.
The city hides frozen passersby in their houses—
Cold darkness has long since settled there.
Only here, where the clocks have stopped counting,
The magical flame continues to shine.
This is a kind fairy tale without a bad ending,
Where warmth warms people's hearts.
Shadows dance on the walls by candlelight,
And this light makes the night so simple.
Simply a fairy tale, where there are no worries or separations,
A gentle circle of tenderness closes.
We read to each other the pages of winter,
Where only we are saved together forever.
A fluffy cat purrs a lullaby tune,
A woolen blanket has become chainmail.
Vast mulled wine steams in the cups,
Chasing away the remnants of yesterday's troubles.
An old blanket has turned into a dragon's mantle,
Protecting us from unearthly winds.
And the patterns of frost on the dark window—
These are maps of the path to a sacred land.
Let a stinging storm rage outside,
Smashing an icy ocean against the glass.
The city hides frozen passersby in their homes—
Where a cold darkness has long since settled.
Only here, where the clocks have stopped counting,
The magical flame continues to shine.
This is a kind fairy tale without a bad ending,
Where warmth warms people's hearts.
Shadows dance on the walls under the candlelight,
And this light makes the night so simple.
Simply a fairy tale, where there are no worries or separations,
A gentle circle of tenderness closes.
We read to each other the pages of winter,
Where, forever saved together, only we are.
They say giants strode across the rooftops,
Checking antennas and sleeping towers.
But while you squeeze my hand in response,
The light in our lair is closed to the monsters.
If we run out of sugar and black tea,
Cause me to follow you,
Into the hallway between the closet and the sleepy window,
Where our little world becomes a home.
Worries are forgotten, sadness left behind,
I'm no longer afraid of your stories.
The stars peer through the curtains into the icy glass,
As if sharing their peace with us.
We need nothing else,
If only this candle remained a reward.
Let the blizzard sweep the roads into the darkness—
We are comfortable together on this vast Earth.
This is a kind fairy tale without a bad ending,
Where warmth warms people's hearts.
Shadows dance on the walls under the candlelight,
And this light makes the night so simple.
Simply a fairy tale, where there are no worries or separations,
A gentle circle of tenderness closes.
We read to each other the pages of winter,
Where, forever saved together, only we are.
Ding Ding
The clock strikes midnight.
The fairy tale sleeps...
The light has gone out...
But the fire still burns.
