new year holidays with the clear sky and grass,
with the birds singing their throats out
if the way you meet it is the way it will pass
then why after revels is it usually mound?
just one more empty year with not lousiest fee,
just a couple of cigarettes, well it always copes
why encumbering room with a chrsitmas tree
if it's grave for the hopes?
not a glimpse of white in this city of grey
holidays are gonna be, oh, so blue
why describing things with the feelings' names
if there're colours to do?
New Year s song
© Copyright: Антон Некрасов 92, 2011
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