Текст песни Александр Вертинский - Рождество

Christmas in my native country
Blue holiday with a distant star,
Where on the porch of the churches in a blizzard
Whirlwinds make the angels bed.

A wolf howl takes off from white choirs ...
Good holiday, old and gray.
Dead month cheeks curve mouth,
And in deep snow spruce get cold.

Christmas in my native country
Good grandfather with a fluffy beard,
It smells like tangerines and a Christmas tree
With guns, clappers in the wallet.

Children's holiday, and once mine.
Someone close, warm and dear
Quietly stroking with a gentle hand.
Time took you away
Christmas is my native country.