Текст песни Фёдор Чистяков - Рады, рады, рады

We are glad, glad, glad blond birch
 After all, they grow roses of joy.
We are glad, glad, glad dark aspen
 After all, they grow oranges joy.

 That is not rain came out of the cloud and hail,
 It rained from the cloud grapes.
 And the ravens over the fields suddenly started singing nightingales.
 And streams from the ground sweet honey flowed.

 Chickens began surfactants, bald - curly.
 Even the mill - and she danced at the bridge.
 So run well for me in the green fields,
 Where I become blue on the river stood a rainbow arc.

   We climbed to the rainbow,
 Let's play in the clouds
 And from there down the rainbow
 On the sled and skating

 We are glad, glad, glad blond birch
 After all, they grow roses of joy.
 We are glad, glad, glad dark aspen
 After all, they grow oranges joy.

 We are glad, glad, glad ...
 We are glad, glad, glad ...
 So run well for me in the green fields,
 Where I become blue on the river stood a rainbow arc.

 We climbed over the rainbow,
 Let's play in the clouds
 And from there down the rainbow
 On the sled and skating