Шумагама - Зима-ма.
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White white from almost nothing,
We appear from one to five
From forecasts we hope a little of that
Cold-cold, it means a cold on the way
I draws a semicircle on the wall
It's just a smile without eyes and again
It turns out that if you think in a dream
You can invent something that will fly

From home to house, from heaven to smoke,
From delirium to ford, from here to them
From foam to the walls, from the stairs,
Sip of water, clapping eyelashes ...

Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama Mama Mom Zimama

White white is painted over everything
Which did not hide after the water of November
You think from this someone carries
That it was already somewhere, but in vain
It was and is, it will be later
And it doesn't matter who loves to look at it
Something else is important, namely that
So that everything continues to fly as before

From home to house, from heaven to smoke,
From delirium to ford, from here to them
From foam to the walls, from the stairs,
Sip of water, clapping eyelashes ...

Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama Mama Mom Zimama

White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing
White white from almost nothing

From home to house, from heaven to smoke,
From delirium to ford, from here to them
From foam to the walls, from the stairs,
Sip of water, clapping eyelashes ...

Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama Mama Mom Zimamamamamama
Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama-Mama
Winter-Mama-Mama Mom Zimama .........