Дмитрий Бикчентаев, Дмитрий Кимельфельд - Новогодняя
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There remained just a little bit
Of unfulfilled whims
In an icy December mortar
In a round dance of storms
But in a snow-covered sheepskin coat
New Year burst through the door

He was rushing to outrun the blizzard
To present us with the bill of losses
So that in the milky openings of the morning
In the flickering of God's wings
We might discern the friends of the heart
Without whom the world is not sweet

And they, at midnight
Will drink a glass for us
Let the old omen
Warm the soul of the internet

The same songs are sung
And saucers break for luck
Balls tumble
The clink of glasses, the jubilation
The multicolored knitting
Of New Year's tinsel

Ah, is it the cold's fault
That we've gone our separate ways
Closer to the North or South
In bad weather in spring
We spend time recklessly with each other
What We are quite happy.

Perhaps it truly is our gift from God
Touching the frets of guitars
To see the ovals of time
To hear prophetic words
So that the soul does not cool
Without poetry and mischief

Let friends at midnight
Drink a glass to us
So that an ancient omen
Warms the internet server

A light blue airplane
Will fly by like a winter bird
And one day carry us away
To the passing December
To the crunchy real snow
And to the frozen New Year
To our frozen New Year