Текст песни Кошмар перед Рождеством - Салли

My foreboding is gloomy
With longing I look at the face of the moon.
I wanted to be near him.
But Christmas, he is obsessed ...
My prayers are doomed
My despair, you don’t notice.
My love, I call at night ...
He is not up to me.
Crazy Christmas Waste,
Wouldn't turn into a nightmare
What will this nonsense turn into
Will he survive or not?
Even if I break into a cake,
Everything will be that way,
My lot is hard.
I will not achieve his love
Let it go...
Do not be the fusion of fate ...