Текст песни Александр Северный - Пишу Деду Морозу

I am writing santa frost,
All and not ascend
About snow and skis, sticks,
Hut and walking
About the fact that birds, daws,
Stave all the canvas.

From the gaps log in the hut
Now the draft buzzes,
And the stove burned
Pipe in Beckrane smoke.

That little firewood remains
And the fish does not peck
And mice, they are joy.
The stock was lit, here!

You are grandfather, clever,
Naughty them all at times,
So that they are inxicate
Did not touch the reserve

So that the stove watched,
Pipe stuck again,
Firewood, so that the jumps themselves,
Wrapped on the threshold.

Well, too, too, I can
What I need to write,
Where the nail where the helped
And the birds will feed.

We will be together with you
Taiga love, take care,
After all, we are with you friends
And throw the mountain from the shoulders.