Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - Декабрь стекает вниз по грустным усам...

Snow on New Year comes
In my yard.
Well, yesterday was the rain - there is not!
Snow, and over ice,
As always in the winter
On the crowded streets of Leningrad.

December flows down the sad mustache ,
Do not lay me wind hat myself.
I hasten : It will soon be midnight , according to the clock.
I hurry , I hasten to you , New Year.
New Year, New Year's Eve ...

What? That he will bring us this New Year?
Long past time to Santa Claus.
Who? Well, who picks the forbidden fruit in the Garden of fate ?
And between the cold rocks picks a rose ?

In the meantime, sparkles in a drop of wine,
And I do not believe it - it seems a dream ,
And I want to ask you to become my wife
In this New Year ...

December flows down the sad mustache ,
Do not lay me wind hat myself.
I hasten : It will soon be midnight , according to the clock.
I hurry , I hasten to you , New Year.
New Year, New Year's Eve , New Year's Eve .