Текст песни отец Геннадий. Странник 8 - 24 2009 год

Along the Piterskaya is
Striped New Year.
He carries in his bag
That which the people choose.

To whom are mint rusks,
Who's a knife sharper,
Some millet, some honey,
To whom is the red new coffin.

To whom disks, to whom a blanket,
To whom is a terrible morophet,
To whom the stove, to whom firewood,
To whom is the volume of his poems.

So it goes through the streets
And he gives out gifts
Whom it strokes, whom it beats -
A very strange New Year ...