Текст песни Евгений Бабушкин - Маленькая зимняя война

White sky over all edges of Moomin Valley
someone decided to examine this region in bombolyuk
heaven knows better and has fun dancing people animal
novocaine morphine and circuses beasts
from the sky climb alien freedom and cut lines
Moomins dormant nobody to defend their homeland
filifonki waiting for disaster
soak a piece of blood-stained eyes cloak

everything sounds scarier Murka closer to the capital
Frontier current honey and milk
a voluntary withdrawn from Hemul orchestra rehearsals
and sent to the trenches
and hoping for a quiet Finnish god
spitting on the rear of bread and sausage
be empty pots musicians joined trombones
Help us to Sibelius-mi-re-sol

no war, all battles only in terms of the inning and game
from here we shook a stick and we point
say at the end of the campaign saw Mannerheim
He fled in a dress waving a net
and when on all fronts knocking doors
He leaped into the sky opened his eyes
He dropped his head in cranberries where the animals live
and I said, listen to what he had said,