Текст песни Грета И Голландия - Ноги

Happy New Year, Happy New Year,
Happy New Year,
Look, good weather -
Minus twenty.

I seem to wake up
And as if I notice
Like the new year meeting
In someone else's bed.

Mom, whose legs are legs,
These legs with a red varnish,
I know for sure, not mine
After all, it's not fashionable.

I have a stupor to her
I do not understand anything
Just remember that I mixed
Beer with vodka.

On the wall hanging Zemfira,
Zamfira looks from the wall,
I remember a kilogram of Zephyr
We are under the borrowing.

Still whose legs are legs
With the horrible red varnish?
I know, I do not paint so much:
It is not fashionable ...

I remember Galkin on the screen
Was in an embrace with Pugacheva.
It was very vile
And not cool.

Nevertheless, are these legs?
I look under the blanket ...
Here is the intrigue, about the gods ...
They are mine. Param-pam-pam.

In co-authorship with Matilda
January 2002.