Максим Олегович - Елка
текст песни

I signed the deed, turned off the stove, turned the key.
A biting cold greets me, not a cloud in the sky.

Black coffee, black car, everything's perfect.

Up Engels, Pervomayka, bus stop.

"Alisa" knows the way, little by little.

The four-wheel drive moves without showing any sign.

Dive through the avenue and through the courtyards.

Found a good place to park—near the market.

Steam billows, the Hyper Magnit beckons with its lights.

Dressed up like MEGA Khimki on its best days.

There are few people, and I wander among the packed shelves.

Looking for something to thank you for.

Everything is there at home.

The house is there, too, whole.

And we are safe in this house.

Soon it will be three whole years.

For some reason, I filled my bag.

I rustle quietly along the avenue.

The door slid open.

He Running confidently towards me.

Dad is carrying a huge fir tree.

He's practically shaking, eagerly unpacking the bag.

You're stirring something, the light is on.

Appreciating it isn't usually a habit.

But today is a special day, even though we don't talk about it.

By the way, here's a gift for you. Here, take it.

Thank you for this year, for this life.