It is ten of evening on the city clock.
The fires are blinking in the houses of neighbours.
New Year's tree is blinking in the centre of the yard
And everything is waiting:
New Year, it's time to come.
I'm looking in the window in this evening
I think of one, who is far, but he is also near.
And on this saint holiday, when the hope is given to everyone,
I want to say to this person:
Сhorus:
I wish, that every sunrise in your life will be bright
And your soul will not lose the light.
I wish, that God will be always with you.
When I see the light in your window,
It becomes joyful and sad in my soul,
But the darkness will turn to the light soon.
The house is full of pine's smell,
The snow blinks outdoors.
Nature looked very well,
What the good time was!
All faces are shining,
But I don't smile in this case,
Because I imagine your face.
Chorus.
