While the Clock Strikes Twelve
Randopengu-style, chiptute, criminally cute and so nostalgic the song captures the timeless charm of Soviet melodies, the vibrant rhythms of J-pop, and the dreamlike wonder of anime, making it both nostalgic and modern. Soviet Disco and J-pop
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While the Clock Strikes Twelve
Randopengu-style, chiptute, criminally cute and so nostalgic the song captures the timeless charm of Soviet melodies, the vibrant rhythms of J-pop, and the dreamlike wonder of anime, making it both nostalgic and modern. Soviet Disco and J-pop
Creator: RandoPenguRelease Date: December 23, 2025
Lyrics
When the young year knocks on the door,
And the old one fades away,
Catch a snowflake so pure and small,
And wish upon its fragile stay.
Look with hope at the midnight sky,
Hold the moment, tight and true.
And everything you dream tonight,
Ask for it—it’s waiting for you.
And the New Year, about to begin,
Will make your dream come true within.
If the snowflake doesn’t melt away,
In your palm, it’s there to stay,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve.
When the young year enters in,
And the old one slips away,
Any dream can soon begin—
Such magic fills this night’s array.
The world will pause, the earth stands still,
As new days wait to unfold.
And in your hand, the snowflake will
Turn into a phoenix of gold!
And the New Year, about to begin,
Will make your dream come true within.
If the snowflake doesn’t melt away,
In your palm, it’s there to stay,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
And the old one fades away,
Catch a snowflake so pure and small,
And wish upon its fragile stay.
Look with hope at the midnight sky,
Hold the moment, tight and true.
And everything you dream tonight,
Ask for it—it’s waiting for you.
And the New Year, about to begin,
Will make your dream come true within.
If the snowflake doesn’t melt away,
In your palm, it’s there to stay,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve.
When the young year enters in,
And the old one slips away,
Any dream can soon begin—
Such magic fills this night’s array.
The world will pause, the earth stands still,
As new days wait to unfold.
And in your hand, the snowflake will
Turn into a phoenix of gold!
And the New Year, about to begin,
Will make your dream come true within.
If the snowflake doesn’t melt away,
In your palm, it’s there to stay,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,
While the clock strikes twelve,