Текст песни Ляпис Трубецкой - Ёлки

I open the door halfway
I feel a breath in the back
I open the door out
I'm crushed, I'm shell-shocked

Like walking in a circle
We are looking for each other
I feel some needles
I see only Christmas trees

Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees
I'm collecting shards
Christmas trees, Christmas trees, Christmas trees, spruce
Behind the blizzards - April

D’Artagnan has no wife
Do you want forte - do you want piano
Dusty pop icons
Madonna has no husband

I ask fate a little
So that the road is longer
And so that along the lane
Christmas trees would grow