Текст песни O.Torvald - Ракамакафо

December is not a reason, just a dog cold
Sad, no snow, wet, dank, gray
We wrap ourselves in scarves, all summer show-offs on the shelf
Two hundred in your pocket, a present for your mom
And outwardly decent - asked hysterically
Everything needs to be packed in order to break it later
What's the point?

Decides the night
Perhaps it's too early for us to go to bed
And this year,
It might all start again

Garlands and toys, firecrackers and firecrackers
Rampant rhythms, we rush into the beat
Hey, Rakamakafo yells the tape recorder
So loud
Let's wait twelve and everyone will hug
Burn pieces of paper made wishes
Well, then the two of us will only wake up in the afternoon
Under the tree