Solntsa tenʹ utro raskrasit,
novyy denʹ budet prekrasnym,
yarkim tsvetom zhiznʹ risuyu svoyu.

Parusa vetru otkroyu,
chudesa — ryadom so mnoyu,
v skazku verya, ya zhivu i poyu.

Navsegda khochu ostatʹsya
tam, gde bolʹshikh zvyozd manyashchiy svet,
gde mechty tsvetnyye snyat·sya,
i dobrotoyu mir sogret.
K nebyvalym vershinam stupenʹ —
moy novyy denʹ!

Schastliv tot, kto lishʹ odnazhdy
sam poymyot, kak eto vazhno
sdelatʹ luchshim kazhdyy mig i svoy chas.

My dolgiye gody
k novym vysotam derzhim svoy putʹ,
i s etoy1 dorogi mne ne svernutʹ.

To the light of stars that sparkle,
where in the night dreams are colored bright,
to the clouds so soft and subtle,
one step ahead go — touch the sky.
The whole world feels like home — here I’ll stay,
it’s my new day!

Here’s my new day!