Сергей Александровский — Two Tickets To Happiness

It's gotten so cold, so bitter and bleak
You warm yourself brandy coffee
January slush in my heart, so to speak
In your headphones, Van
Beethoven softly
You're angry at how the sky has gone gray
You mope and you pity your fate.
Me like an enemy come what may you grumble your love doesn't heat it's too late what if we take a running leap into
Summer dive like off a cliff into deep
Despite every trouble, every downer