Бумажные снежинки

We didn't have money for a big tree Just a plastic pine from the pharmacy Cut up magazines, grab the glue Making decorations, me and you Scissors and paper, scattered on the floor Who could ask for anything more? Paper snowflakes taped to the glass Watching the busy people pass They got glitter, they got gold We got a story to be told Perfectly imperfect, jagged and white Our paper snowflakes in the night. Years from now when we look back At the things we thought we lacked We'll realize we had it all In that apartment down the hall. Paper snowflakes taped to the glass. Just like us... unique.