Let pedestrians hurry
With their eyes full of worry,
In the pools picking out their way,
They’re surprised at my folly –
Why I am so jolly
On this gloomy and dull rainy day.

I am playing my garmoshka
For all passers-by to hear.
It’s a pity we’ve a birthday
Only once a year. 

Then a [bad word] flying
In a blue helicopter,
He will show me a film in a way,
Several hundred sweet ices
He will give me and wish me
Many happy returns of the day.

I am playing my garmoshka
For all passers-by to hear.
It’s a pity we’ve a birthday
Only once a year.