I was following the pack, All swallowed in their coats With scarves of red tied 'round their throats To keep their little heads from falling in the snow, And I turned 'round and there you go And Michael, you would fall and turn the white snow Red as strawberries in the summertime
I was following the pack
Черт, какая же чудесная песня. Кажется,у меня только что появилась еще одна новогодне-традиционная песня.