He had come like a star
Like that of snowy nights
The cold wind of his native steppe
Speaked to him like a mother, a mother
It was my dream, it was Illia
It was the love that came from the cold
Like snow, I followed his steps, like snow
It was my dream, it was Illia
It was the love that came from the cold
Her December heart burned my fingers
My heart trembles
He couldn't get his head around the idea
That my country sometimes feels like summer
In the soft sunshine of a thousand skies blue
He asked me to make a big fire
It was my dream, it was Illia
It was love that came from the cold
Like the snow, I followed his steps, like the snow
It was my dream, it was Illia
It was the love that came from the cold
Her heart December burned my fingers
My heart I tremble
It was my dream, it was Illia
It's was the love that came from the cold
One day perhaps it will come back to me
Like a party
One day perhaps, in a station
Or on the road, flower of chance
He will come back to talk to me about the cold, he will come back
La, la, la...
Nie zaboudou ya kak lioubliou tibia
La, la, la...< br/>Snegorouska.

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