So I said, word for word

The moment of culture has come, and our President will congratulate the people on the New Year, And this moment will mark with golden wine. And at the table, the installer and the politician, And the agronomist, and the psychoanalyst, And the soldier will return from shelters to the house. New Year on Earth, New Year in a bottle, New Year on the table. In a spoon and on a fork. New Year, New Year, Something is happening On New Year’s Day, New Year’s Eve Comes in and out. It’s warm in the houses, logs are cracking in the oven, And around the corner, they are frozen to the blueness The guest on duty Our beloved Santa Claus. A shock of hair with the original resemblance, A red nose – production costs, But in the cold, the nose worked flawlessly. New Year on Earth, New Year in a bottle, New Year on the table. In a spoon and on a fork. New Year, New Year, Something is happening On New Year’s Day, New Year’s Eve Comes in and out. On New Year’s Eve on the whole big planet. Simple people in the apartment and sideboard. When he finishes drinking, he sits at dawn. And we are strong, and wives look vigorously, Light, slender, oblique soot in the hips, We walk until spring, if we have the strength. New Year on Earth, New Year in a bottle, New Year on the table. In a spoon and on a fork. New Year, New Year, Something is happening On New Year’s Day, New Year’s Eve Comes in and out, here. New Year on Earth, New Year in a bottle, New Year on the table. In a spoon and on a fork. New Year, New Year, Something is happening On New Year’s Day, New Year’s Eve Comes in and out, here. New Year, New Year. New Year, New Year.