Mike Waterson - Jack Frost | Текст песни

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Countless drawings, endless sketches
On my window pane.
Master craftsman, skilled engraver,
Jack Frost is his name.

Endless drawings, countless sketches
On my window pane.
Master craftsman, skilled engraver,
Jack Frost is his name.

From the cold wastes of Siberia,
Every winter he has come.
Never failing in his duty
Till winter time is gone.

Napoleon, he came to Moscow
Sure of its defeat
Sprang the bear, as flew the eagle,
Came the grand retreat.

Three hundred thousand marched on Moscow,
Never thinking it would fail,
Three hundred thousand marched to Moscow
To perish in the blizzards and the gale.

Countless drawings, endless sketches
On the window pane.
Master craftsman, skilled engraver,
Jack Frost is his name.

From the cold wastes of Siberia
Every winter he has come.
Never failing in his duty
Till the winter time is gone.

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