Lyrics Владимир Якубов - Новый год

Beating a strange rhythm, looking at the moon

In a room with a window open, someone smokes on the floor.

Ashes fall on trousers and on red parquet

There is no one else in the house.

I love you for being eternally unhappy

Without you I’m a horse in polto, and with you I’m a hero, but

Ashes fall on trousers, snow falls in hands

There is nothing but snow ...

New Year comes suddenly somewhere after twelve, drunk glasses and bumps in Moscow

New Year begins tomorrow

Breakfast appears

Two bottles of wine and Olivier salad ...

I have gas in my kitchen

He is a killer - I am a hero

And every time so many kind eyes are watching my game

Ashes fall on trousers and on red parquet

There is no one else in the house

Colds come

Snow and ice on the roads

Never, never will he understand her

And the ashes fall on the trousers, snow falls in the hands

There is nothing but snow ...