(Based on a poem by Vadim Mesiats)
The heart of the snowman is fulfilled
With Christmas spirit
And that’s the only reason why Russians can’t wait
To see it.
Stabbed by a bayonet,
Beaten by a hand in a glove,
The heart of the snowman I love,
Heart of the snowman I love.
I’d like to find the secret key from his mind
If I could
To sneak inside and silently clean up
His wound,
Brushing away wood shavings,
Clots of ashes and weed
From the heart of the snowman I need,
Heart of the snowman I need.
So any minute now people will start to shout
«Shame! Shame!»
But our romance will find a clever way out
And stay the same.
We’ve stuck together forever
Even if we gotta go on the loose
In the heart of the snowman I choose,
Heart of the snowman I choose.
Heart of the snowman
© Copyright: Филипп Андреевич Хаустов, 2025
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