Текст песни Юрий Лорес - Про чудо

I never will forget ,
That little room in two to three
The cake is in the shape of a miracle
And gooseberry layer inside.
His street wear ,
All friends more cous .
Cinnamon spirit and kerosene
And a wonderful taste .

A miracle - a nice crockery .
By the miracle worker if honor ?
And kerosene lamp - also a miracle -
Let smokes , but bakes !

We were cold and hard.
Is this the fate of reproach ?
Holiday and wanted a miracle
Taking the neighbors hire
Bake until the night my mom .
That would be a joy for all !
A blizzard deduced gamma
And slit stuffed snow .

I never will forget
My friends by name,
That it is impossible to live without a miracle
Us in any time .

Do you believe , my friend, no kidding ,
That golden age will come ?
Miracle of life expelled
Built-in gas hob,
Disappeared shops with kerosene ,
And getting used ,
That , in those years , in stores
Today, the miracle did not find.

A miracle - a nice tableware !
I know very well ,
That there is no miracle stamped -
Not made soul.

1991