Текст песни Шумагама - Зима-ма.

White white almost from nothing
Appear one to five
We hope a little from the forecasts
Cold cold means a cold on the way
The semicircle I drew on the wall
It's just a smile without eyes and again
It turns out that if you think in a dream
You can invent something that will fly

From house to house, from sky to smoke
From delirium to ford, from here to them
From the foam to the walls, from the stairs down
With a sip of water, cotton of eyelashes ...

Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-Mom-Mom Zimama Mom

White will paint over everything
What did not hide after November water
Do you think from this someone carries
That it was already somewhere, but in vain
It was and is, it will be later
And no matter who likes to watch it
What is important is something else, namely
So that everything continues to fly as before

From house to house, from sky to smoke
From delirium to ford, from here to them
From the foam to the walls, from the stairs down
With a sip of water, cotton eyelashes ...

Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-Mom-Mom Zimama Mom

White white practically from nothing
White white practically from nothing
White white almost from nothing
White white almost from nothing
White white practically from nothing
White white practically from nothing
White white practically from nothing
White white practically from nothing

From house to house, from sky to smoke
From delirium to ford, from here to them
From the foam to the walls, from the stairs down
With a sip of water, cotton eyelashes ...

Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-Mom-Mom Mom Zimam
Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-mama-mama
Zimama-mom-mom Zimama mom .........