A wind gentle rustle
At the board gate
Goes by a joyful guest
The new year,
The new year.
Over a forest path
In the white snow fire,
A heart beats
In me.
As at the light field,
Whirled a round dance was.
You have no a distances,
The new year,
The new year!
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