Текст песни Федор Чистяков - Рады, рады, рады

Glad glad glad blond birch
 After all, they grow roses joy.
Glad glad glad dark aspen
 After all, they grow oranges joy.

 That does not rain came out of the cloud and hail,
 Then poured out of the cloud grapes.
 And the ravens over fields suddenly started singing nightingales.
 And streams from the ground sweet honey flowed.

 Chickens began surfactants, bald - curly.
 Even mill - and she danced at the bridge.
 So run the same for me on the green meadows,
 Where I become blue river rose over the rainbow arc.

   We scrambled to the rainbow,
 Play in the clouds
 And from there down over the rainbow
 On the sled and skate

 Glad glad glad blond birch
 After all, they grow roses joy.
 Glad glad glad dark aspen
 After all, they grow oranges joy.

 Glad glad glad ...
 Glad glad glad ...
 So run the same for me on the green meadows,
 Where I become blue river rose over the rainbow arc.

 We clambered over the rainbow,
 Play in the clouds
 And from there down over the rainbow
 On the sled and skate