Текст песни O.Torvald - Ракамакафо

December is no excuse, only canine cold
Sadly, there is no snow, wet, dank, gray
We are wrapped in scarves, all summer ponty on the shelf
Two hundred in your pocket, a gift to your mom
And externally decent - asked hysterically
All you need to pack, then to tear
And to sense?

Decides the night,
To go to bed perhaps early to us
And this year,
Maybe everything will start again

Garlands and toys, firecrackers and crackers
Unrestrained rhythms, bursting into the beat
Rakamakafo sings a tape recorder
So loud
We'll wait twelve and everyone will kiss
Burn pieces of paper made up of desires
Well, then we'll only wake up together in the afternoon
Under the tree