Текст песни АукцЫон - Как я стал предателем

New Year's song

Children in snowdrifts play noisy in Afghanistan.
I will not go across the yard.
Electricians hang red garlands in the garden.
Blue flags in the wind.
In the morning the new year is all over again.
Again, everyone dances again, everyone plays snowballs.
I roll the trigger -
So I became a traitor ...

Far countries send telegrams - happy for us,
Only they are far away.
Outside the queue is long, although another hour.
Blizzard dance, it's winter in the yard,
And already half a century
Blizzard, blizzard, waiting for the long-awaited spring.
But these are dreams.
So I became a traitor ...

I was by chance in the current tea,
I understand the secret - that's the trouble -
We just don't
And in principle, it was, apparently, never.
Blue flags, stained glass, mirages ...
How to live, what to do?
Again, everything will be back in this new year.
And I will leave -
So I became a traitor ...