Текст песни Олег Медведев - Песня новогодняя

Christmas Song

not myself today I start the day -
Song of Christmas away from me:
Nerve impulses - in teak, in tact,
An hour right - the "tick", the "wrong".
Rusty month mouse squeak
Where creaking stairs - up and down.

The first midnight links rather
Let the star did not leave us,
As long as the white tigers Hyperborea
Do not go out of our eyes.

Where are you, my Friday? Proshlyapil in the night ...
But I can move back - learned a standstill -
There, back to the beginning, where the full stroke
It leaves from the dock my old year.
Plunging into the holds of the words I Steel
Yes flute gloomy - 7.62,
Crab shell hrustnet world under foot,
Go away, boat, comes another.

The first midnight links rather
Let the star did not leave us,
As long as the white tigers Hyperborea
Do not go out of our eyes.

By sea Aki dry land in the coveted port
Like the stiletto from the staff to get a chord
From a distance, gradually, from the seventh row,
Calls bayonet refrain yes in the vertebrae.
Snow melts gruel on the shoulder,
For some reason I feel like I'm flying,
With clouds of soot layer brushed cloak -
Where are you flying? Then, well, where else would.

The first midnight links rather
Let the star did not leave us,
As long as the white tigers Hyperborea
Do not go out of our eyes.