wintered... I am not so surprised by the snow and no cold - He carries it in his blood I'm afraid of this peach bud - in the spring that March cannot be opened. I'm afraid of dry canyon and lies under the snow He sleeps unconsciously And a frozen field of daisies Unable to wake up the rain I don't think the beginning of winter - How will I meet the end of winter?! Woe if I stay home again that sitting by the fire See you in the spring. I'm scared for you not the cold winds of February, wake up and believe no more Don't make me thirsty and don't love me. I woke up and on the slopes of the mountains No more lega mists, maybe it's better don't wake up anymore to die and I will not die. I don't want to see you wither to see you break into colors He will come to you after me death And he will pat your chest coldly. wintered... I'm not so surprised by the snow not even this cold - that carries it in the blood, I'm afraid of this peach bud - spring and March cannot open.
wintered... I am not so surprised by the snow and no cold - He carries it in his blood I'm afraid of this peach bud in the spring that March cannot be opened. I'm afraid of dry canyon and lies under the snow He sleeps unconsciously And a frozen field of daisies Unable to wake up the rain I don't think the beginning of winter - How will I meet the end of winter?! Woe if I stay home again that sitting by the fire See you in the spring. I'm scared for you not the cold winds of February, wake up and believe no more Don't make me thirsty and don't love me. I woke up and on the slopes of the mountains No more lega mists, maybe it's better don't wake up anymore to die and I will not die. I don't want to see you wither to see you break into colors He will come to you after me death And he will pat your chest coldly. wintered... I'm not so surprised by the snow not even this cold - that carries it in the blood, I'm afraid of this peach bud - spring and March cannot open.
wintered... I am not so surprised by the snow and no cold - He carries it in his blood I'm afraid of this peach bud - in the spring that March cannot be opened. I'm afraid of dry canyon and lies under the snow He sleeps unconsciously And a frozen field of daisies Unable to wake up the rain I don't think the beginning of winter - How will I meet the end of winter?! Woe if I stay home again that sitting by the fire See you in the spring. I'm scared for you not the cold winds of February, wake up and believe no more Don't make me thirsty and don't love me. I woke up and on the slopes of the mountains No more lega mists, maybe it's better don't wake up anymore to die and I will not die. I don't want to see you wither to see you break into colors He will come to you after me death And he will pat your chest coldly. wintered... I'm not so surprised by the snow not even this cold - that carries it in the blood, I'm afraid of this peach bud - spring and March cannot open.
რა მაგრად ასრულებ ზვიად ბრავოო ❤❤❤👍👍👍
რა კარგია🥰
მადლობა❤❤❤ დღეში რამდენჯერმე მოსასმენია ❤❤♥️♥️
Прекрасное исполнение, душа поёт вместе с Вашим
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დიდი მადკობა ამ სიმღერისთვის❤️💛💜
გენიალურად ასრულებთ🙏წარმატებებს გისურვებთ.
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Nice song 🎵
wintered...
I am not so surprised by the snow
and no cold - He carries it in his blood
I'm afraid of this peach bud -
in the spring that March cannot be opened.
I'm afraid of dry canyon
and lies under the snow
He sleeps unconsciously
And a frozen field of daisies
Unable to wake up
the rain
I don't think the beginning of winter -
How will I meet the end of winter?!
Woe if I stay home again
that sitting by the fire
See you in the spring.
I'm scared for you
not the cold winds of February,
wake up and believe no more
Don't make me thirsty and don't love me.
I woke up and on the slopes of the mountains
No more lega mists,
maybe it's better
don't wake up anymore
to die and
I will not die.
I don't want to see you wither
to see you break into colors
He will come to you after me
death
And he will pat your chest coldly.
wintered...
I'm not so surprised by the snow
not even this cold -
that carries it in the blood,
I'm afraid of this peach bud -
spring and
March cannot open.
პერკუსია - დავით ჯაფარიძე
במכשירך
wintered...
I am not so surprised by the snow
and no cold - He carries it in his blood
I'm afraid of this peach bud in the spring that March cannot be opened.
I'm afraid of dry canyon
and lies under the snow
He sleeps unconsciously
And a frozen field of daisies
Unable to wake up
the rain
I don't think the beginning of winter -
How will I meet the end of winter?!
Woe if I stay home again
that sitting by the fire
See you in the spring.
I'm scared for you
not the cold winds of February,
wake up and believe no more
Don't make me thirsty and don't love me.
I woke up and on the slopes of the mountains
No more lega mists,
maybe it's better
don't wake up anymore
to die and
I will not die.
I don't want to see you wither
to see you break into colors
He will come to you after me
death
And he will pat your chest coldly.
wintered...
I'm not so surprised by the snow
not even this cold -
that carries it in the blood,
I'm afraid of this peach bud -
spring and
March cannot open.
I don’t understand a word, but it sounds amazing
The words are very beautiful too
wintered...
I am not so surprised by the snow
and no cold - He carries it in his blood
I'm afraid of this peach bud -
in the spring that March cannot be opened.
I'm afraid of dry canyon
and lies under the snow
He sleeps unconsciously
And a frozen field of daisies
Unable to wake up
the rain
I don't think the beginning of winter -
How will I meet the end of winter?!
Woe if I stay home again
that sitting by the fire
See you in the spring.
I'm scared for you
not the cold winds of February,
wake up and believe no more
Don't make me thirsty and don't love me.
I woke up and on the slopes of the mountains
No more lega mists,
maybe it's better
don't wake up anymore
to die and
I will not die.
I don't want to see you wither
to see you break into colors
He will come to you after me
death
And he will pat your chest coldly.
wintered...
I'm not so surprised by the snow
not even this cold -
that carries it in the blood,
I'm afraid of this peach bud -
spring and
March cannot open.
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