Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Снежок

I am wounded in a coat on New Year's Eve
snow last year’s snow.
They shot me in the back - no one knows,
but it seemed to me from heaven.

Where did he shoot, no one shooting?
Not in the back, but only in clothes.
But at that moment I realized: nothing
does not hold me in this world.

And slowly fell into the nearest snowdrift,
trying to seem serious.
And I thought: why does it smell like dill
the prickly January frost.

I dreamed that I was returning on foot
home from an unknown distance.
And yet the story with this snowball
we played beautifully with someone.

But where was my home finally lost?
All the trails fled somewhere.
I remember the past life with difficulty,
I knock open - did not wait?

I take off my clothes with ice in the hallway -
Of course, lying in a snowdrift.
And I see a coat pierced through and through
and a snowball between the ribs.