Текст песни Цирюльня им. Котовского - Новый Год

New Year

That comes to an end the old year and again
All gathered friends, begin to thump
Now we will start talking President Kuchma
And I will dry up the champagne glass to the bottom

Soon the New Year , it's cool
Festive Christmas tree fire burning
Song , dance and a red snout
To us he will plump Santa Claus

Life is good , there are successes we
Well, the new year will be steeper than a hundred times
The president promised , all full of hope
Finally come to life our wild dreams !