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Let wind frisks on space,
Let a frost is tormented by the flesh of earth!
And we today, forgetting about a mountain,
All together we will meet New Year of Snake!
He to us came under howling of snow-storm,
Under the dusk of long night after a window!
We will close rows denser, friends-friends,
Warming the soul cognac!
Let New Year appear happy
On a lot of days: both in a cold and in a heat!
So give us God, that force was enough all,
Taking a drink the morning after early on a morning!
Let wind frisks on space... английская версия
© Copyright: Олег Кирюшин, 2013
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