Александра Ардова - Свободные стихи о чуде - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Someone believes that there is no Santa Claus, which means there is no magic and, apparently, there is no miracle. In general, our life is mediocre boring prose. Do not believe this. How do they know where.

Because is it not a miracle when, for the sake of her daughter, dad puts on a beard and funny speaks bass. And my mother ran around the whole city, defended more than one line, and found a toy-poon with the desired color.

And although the concept of a miracle is quite shaky and ends on the border of decorated areas, the New Year illuminates sad faces with smiles and makes the most ordinary people wonderful.

I am soon 24. But I still believe. There is more light from people than from any lights. And then magic begins to knock on the door. And I rejoice in the same way as in childhood. Even stronger.