New Year
Thirty-first - it's time to stop,
Look around - everything is in place, not all in vain?
Turned over the last page
And already at hand until January.
Can someone like us, tired for the year
Only somewhere on the other side of the earth,
Sipping tea on the porch of the berries,
And dreams see yourself away.
Wait, what was on that feature?
Efforts and peace?
Weekdays and change?
But, as in the old silent movies,
Removed a long time ago
It will be funny and sad at the same time ...
To anything regarded as wins and losses,
All will be counted, there are better things to do.
You, my friends, open wide the doors,
New Year trips out of the sleigh.
Thirty-first - it's time to stop,
Sure - all of the case, all is not in vain?
Turned over the last page
But not life, only calendar.
Wait, what was on that feature?
Efforts and peace?
Weekdays and change?
But, as in the old silent movies,
Removed a long time ago
It will be funny and sad at the same time ...
Wait, what was on that feature?
Efforts and peace?
Maybe by May frosts?
But, as in the old silent movies,
Removed a long time ago
Everything will be fine, I know ...
