Текст песни Артем Буйко - Если б я был богат

If I was rich, then the New Year
I'd bought a tree and did not know the worries,
But there is no money in the country - the crisis is the mother of
I'm hungry sing my song.

For tree-stick I have nothing platit-
It is much easier to cut free!

I sharpened the ax, went into the dark forest,
It took all night - the tree is not found.
Christmas trees there is not one only stick hemp -
Know in all native Russia are not stupid!

Not bad really to celebrate the New Year,
Salad stuff under the tree in the mouth!

On the way back, I could not hide the tears,
I cut down the birch tree and brought home.
I repainted it green
And now I have no worries, no troubles!
When in your pocket a penny -
You Know - birch - Russian soul!