Текст песни Татьяна Буланова - День рождения

Holiday fun and different
In our turbulent life of frequent guests.
In May, November and January
Red is full of days in the calendar.
Only this holiday his every,
There is not such an important holiday.
Because it is, alas, always
We are reminded about the year.
Yes Yes Yes Yes!

This celebration - birthday,
In it there is music spring,
How come true dream
Hops wine and song ringing
In the house it brings.
This celebration - birthday,
In it lives sadness autumn,
Because every year
He persistently leads
Years to our account.

In our life anyway,
Not all dreams come true.
But we met this holiday
And hope gives every time.
Laughing friends and strumming the strings,
Discussions are quiet and noisy,
it does not matter - let a holiday comes
What is there to remind us about the year.
Yes Yes Yes Yes!

This celebration - birthday,
In it there is music spring,
How come true dream
Hops wine and song ringing
In the house it brings.
This celebration - birthday,
In it lives sadness autumn,
Because every year
He persistently leads
Years to our account.

Laughing friends and strumming the strings,
Discussions are quiet and noisy,
it does not matter - let a holiday comes
What is there to remind us about the year.
Yes Yes Yes Yes!

This celebration - birthday,
In it there is music spring,
How come true dream
Hops wine and song ringing
In the house it brings.
This celebration - birthday,
In it lives sadness autumn,
Because every year
He persistently leads
Years to our account.