[Intro] Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Happy New Year! [Chorus: Alexey Serov] New Year is rushing to us Soon everything will happen Dreams will come true (That once again we'll be deceived, nothing will be given) Not long to wait Soon there will be a Christmas tree But there's little sense (If the children don't sing a song to Santa Claus) [Verse 1: Alexey Serov] Hello, Happy New Year! New Year is coming to us And you can freely expect anything But where is that gray-haired old man Who pulls gifts for kids out of his backpack? Hey, Santa Claus, come, we've been waiting for you And they've tired me with requests for your song Show yourself, don’t upset the kids We'll shout: "Santa Claus, hey-ho-ho!" [Chorus: Alexey Serov] New Year is rushing to us Soon everything will happen Dreams will come true (That once again we'll be deceived, nothing will be given) Not long to wait Soon there will be a Christmas tree But there's little sense (If children don't call Santa Claus together) [Bridge: Alexey Serov & Oleg Zhukov] Now everyone together Let's call Santa Claus! Ha-ha-ha-ha, no, we need to shout very together! One-two-three-four! — Santa Claus! More! — Santa Claus! I hear, I hear! — Grandpa Frost! Exactly! [Verse 2: Oleg Zhukov] I'm Santa Claus, beard made of cotton I'm already slightly tipsy They told me, they're waiting for me here So, we're going to catch up here Pour me more wine I have to deliver gifts to Poland With a sack in hand And in quick-moving Cossack boots Dancing next to the Christmas tree Maybe next to a pine tree Sorry, just no Snow Maiden with me now We walked together from Kamchatka But she went off to party So we will do without her What to do, oh my! [Chorus: Alexey Serov] New Year is rushing to us Soon everything will happen Dreams will come true (That once again we'll be deceived, nothing will be given) Not long to wait Soon there will be a Christmas tree But there's little sense (If the children don't save Santa Claus from trouble) [Verse 3: Oleg Zhukov] What to do? What to do? We'll be without Santa Claus Because I might die And I still have to go to Chile and Peru To Algeria, to Niagara To Odessa and Samara To Tibet, to Taiwan To the Caucasus and to Kuban To Argentina, the Netherlands Spare my glands Around two hundred grams Can even do without a toast To dash around the world Need to practice Here they pour, there they pour Won't recognize and will kill You are all in great shape So I need to keep up Soon we'll formalize champagne We'll celebrate on equal footing And when it gets hot We'll start giving presents Such a wonderful holiday here is: Hello Christmas tree – New Year!