Текст песни Вячеслав Бутусов и Nautilus Pompilius - Синоптик

Weather forecasters of white bashful nights
Managed to survive in severe frost.
You made us a little warmer, a little brighter
We have become more mobile in thawed poses.
Favorite children and brooding widows
Included jazz in communal apartments.
I listen to your every new forecast,
Trying to understand what is the secret power.

What hope is in you
What a love
No songs, no holidays
No gestures, no words.

Keepers of the mystery of the overseas gods,
Fearing incredulous mothers
Take the girls under the white cover
And they are taught to dance there under tom-tam.

Holders of crazy ideas
You hear the music of a copper buddha.
You understand the language of silent children.
Here, a miracle happens every night.

Inspiring us with hope
Breathing in love
No songs, no holidays
No gestures, no words.