I would fly to the taiga with him
On his usual helicopter,
We will look from above at the hills:
Dear clouds, you are flying so low!
How he loves our boreal forest!
The man needs nothing more, after all:
If he has the pine cones in pockets
No wonders, no villas, chateaus.
Birthday is a step into new life
And he wants to embrace with the nature
And to look at it all from above:
Yenisei flows eternal and regal.
To the Russian soul here he's allied!
And the Russians love nature and people.
Happy birthday, Putin in taiga!
And serve further to the common people!