Here comes the rat year,
Sending the year of the pig to the knockout stage.
Gathered at midnight at the table,
At a party in honor of the rat, rout.
Glasses were raised for him,
With champagne, brandy, cognac,
We ate a salad for a snack,
In prikusku with a fat salmon.
Guest, with snow-white fur,
Cheese was placed on the saucer,
So as not to eat a hole in the budget,
In the year that has come, sire sly.
And to quite good
The animal's life suddenly became,
To him we, from the Lord's shoulder,
Presented a piece of fat.
Let him sit in a dark corner,
The grub eats quietly
And into the house, our, hurry tail,
Money with luck seasoned.