A year passed away.
The last page of the calendar.
Today is a smooth transition,
It was January time.
The moon is not visible, in the clouds.
Not very cold, snowball.
The year before was nothing but dust.
We'll remember you, my friend.
Little success. Very sorry
In trouble those days.
On many shadow-lies sadness,
In the eyes of the extinguished lights.
Knocking on the door New year,
On the Christmas tree festive attire.
We, tired from the worries,
We sit down at the table closely together.
For a new drink we are not a sin,
The hope is that he is more generous,
There will be prosperity and success.
The door is wide open for him.
Glasses ringing, chimes fight.
We will shout loudly all: Hooray!
And outside the window blizzards howling,
It's stormy again.