Текст песни Мемориал - про лыжи

In the snowdrifts ate with head
Sheltered snow flesh
And we have to be with you
On the eyelid skiing
Here turn, and there is a ravine,
But friendly step
Let's go fast than on pairs
The road is not from lungs
When me with you, kid,
DomChat two pairs of loyal skis
To the log cabin,
To brick coarse pipe
There was a frost chalk
With his breath white
In the driflest house doors in the doors
There alcohol Zaindeva
From the mug we will drink together
With you under the syapplea wind
So that night we had dreams,
What children dreams.
When with you, baby,
Shouts Vataga Rolling Ski
To a changing silent candle
And an old warm stove.
How fast the wind houses us!
And to our parish
Host home ordered
Good weather
Shines a Christmas tree with a star
Silver shiny,
And Santa Claus there with a beard
Not mature - real.
And waiting for us a fierce snag
And dance, as in a fairy tale
Well, in the Seine for us with you
Slags are planted.
Such a holiday like here
You do not get in the city.
Everything is truly: Mountains, Forest,
Fire on the fire ...
And in the morning - wear, kid,
Rather, a pair of sharp ski.
Let's go back
So that soon neatly
On schedule come
Rovenko clock to six,
Skiing stepping true
Before electric train.