My dear friends, friends, friends,
I clap my hands, hands, hands,
I wish the good days start, 
I wish tha bad days end,
I'll learn to fly
Like butterfly,
And every day I born,
And enery night I die.

It's my life,
It's my own,
It's my way
To my home
It's my life,
It's my own,
It's my way
To my home

Leaves yellow,
Leaves are falling down
And I'm falling with leaves.
Crass grassy,
Creen growing up,
And I'm growing with grass.

Here I'm and I'm looking at you,
And you looking at me.
And I say, I say
Я говорю раз, два, три:

My dear friends, friends, friends,
I clap my hands, hands, hands,
I wish the good days start, 
I wish tha bad days end,
I'll learn to flalalaly
Like butterfly,
And every day I born,
And enery night I die.

If I can swim, 
I think it's good,
If I can sing,
I know I should.
I like to dance,
But I hate to wait,
Maybe it's my chance,
Or perhaps it's late.

Cold night 
And I'm dancing on ice,
And it's broken with me,
But it's all right,
Cuz [bad word] sunrise
And it save in dead.

Here I am
I have differen roles
And I'm doing my choice,
And here are you
Remember my words
And remember my voice

My dear friends,
I clap my hands,
I wish the good days start, 
I wish tha bad days end,
I'll learn to fly
Like butterfly,
And every day I born,
And enery night I die.
And every day I born,
And enery night I die.