Текст песни Олег Митяев - Вот тебе и раз

Here you have once - snow fell.
Eyes rejoices with whiteness.
The adhesive plastry is on the window.
The morning seems to be

And it seems to be grace and peace -
And I do not hear my voice,
Not a heartless dumb
Our Motherland.

Thus begins fairy tales and wars:
From flakes flying to the ground with lead,
And certainly with the beginning of the decent,
But invariably with a sad end.

Here you have once - forty winter
Became cold one day -
We look at him in the window
As if taken away.

And they are spinning without us.
And we are running somewhere,
But in fact - we lie
All on the shallows.

And imperceptibly the gap is not behind
Not ahead, and there is no master,
We are waiting for that he will return and put us all, -
So love and advice will come

Here you have time - snow fell
Black rivers on the ink.
Like after an amnesty of the convict
Premature.
And all over again in fools.
And the people look into the clouds,
There is not one thought for now
Not pregnant.

But there is no transformation,
The age ends boring and stupid.
And thank God, so far come
Songs to visit, without demand, like snow.