Злая снежная пыль ЧЕРНИЛА ДЛЯ ПЯТОГО КЛАССА Чернила для 5 класса-Злая снежная пыль. 1995г.
Игорь Веряскин,слова и музыка-Сергей Кузнецов.
« A malicious snow dust »

Prickly, malicious, snow dust
People and wreaths have become covered.
You today buried,
The blizzard sobed from melancholy.
And the blizzard blew incense,
Also tears on cheeks have frozen.
And only it, the kid, did not cry,
Having corrected for a cross in your hands.

Malicious, snow dust, you do not touch its wound.
It will remember this winter pain for a century.
Unless it is guilty, that from a life so early,
The most gentle and kind has left the person.


At a coffin costing, not sobing,
And, simply, does not remain tears...
And on the person a blizzard gray-haired
Threw caustic glasses an ice.
And the blizzard blew incense,
Also have for ever hammered in a coffin.
But all the same, the kid did not cry.
It recollected about night and blood.


Malicious, snow dust, you do not touch its wound.
It will remember this winter pain for a century.
Unless it is guilty, that from a life so early,
The most gentle and kind has left the person.

And the blizzard has hastily dispersed
People that were at a cross.
And anybody does not remain-
The kid, hills and emptiness.
The blizzard pricked the person painfully,
And calming down, slowly
Has suddenly calmed down, it is happy,
Having seen tears of the kid.

Malicious, snow dust, you do not touch its wound.
It will remember this winter pain for a century.
Unless it is guilty, that from a life so early,
The most gentle and kind has left the person.