Текст песни Бонард - Серебристый месяц

one silver month, the same as all eleven
all as the alarm clock rings in our very sleepy hour.
snowy carpet outside the door is the same route will be stretched,
and time arrow mocking all the same we will adjust.
and the city, completely bleached, hardly recognizable in the glare
colored Christmas lights that stretch along the windows.
everywhere on the windows - line, they say, the miracle of a huge cloud
will sell credit cards, like cheese or mandarin.
but in the month of silver, the same as all eleven
wizard - the only one who took out the joy of the whole year from the heavens.
we are all in the shops rinemsya, almost New Year approaching,
forgetting that the gift, in general, only a point in the line of miracles.

(C) Deacon