Текст песни Сергей Глушенков - Был строгий декабрьский день.

Lyricist: Anonymous

There was a strict December day. I rode the tram. In his hands he held bulbyanoy bag, which contained Christmas gifts for my friends - twin Otverstika, diamonds and Kolbiko. This is my best roots, with whom I often smoke dill. The gifts were valuable, smelling delicious. The bag was lying six loaves, and two brother. It was sprinkled with fresh Maltz cumin and pepper. Baton I cut belly and starting Maltsev fragrant with ground bacon and beans. The biggest hairy loaf I put a washcloth and the keys to the bike. In another, a bearded loaf I put too underground, but without the rear wheel and without the stomach. So I went to the tram, the window flashed fields, lakes and russula. But then the unexpected happened: the blue-bearded loaf jumped out of the bag and jumping on the chairs was in the middle of the car at the driver's cab. The driver sat on the lid holding cucumber and bald rod that served as the wheel and pans. Baton ran to crackers, who was lying under the foot of the driver, Meria thermometer and said:
Greetings from the crumbs.
It smells like sausage, - said biscuit. And he began to run away.
Here and firefighters rushed to put a loaf suharёm in prison. I was very scared to stay put