Текст песни Пісні У.П.А - На свят вечір

Blue bushes, blizzards
And the evening descended on the sinful land
He went down quietly to announce
As in Bethlehem, the Savior was born.

And in the hiding place it is damp, neither shod, nor hay
And in the village of Christmas Eve, they are probably waiting for a son
He came out of hiding, silence all around
Only a cross with frost in the palm of his hand.

Only not this evening, the rebel decided
And he left the frozen weapon in hiding
And the frost rumbles and the road squeaks
And in the sky the stars glorify God.

And finally the gate, and behind it the house
Opens the door: "Merry Christmas to you, Dad!"
I also wanted to ask where the old mother was
As from corners on it - pins of automatic machines.

The father approached his son and spoke softly
Sorry for that. Merry Christmas!