This year, I've been bad. Didn't listen to anyone, didn't eat well:
Grandpa**, you'll be terrified - it was like last year, even worse.
I said bad words and broke every word I gave.
Zero conclusions from the past mistakes just took another brood of sins upon my soul
I’ve been bullying, teasing, fighting, getting drunk, rampaging - rocking hard.
Stayed the same I was, couldn’t do another way
Please put the new me in your sack for me
And I'm gonna climb on the stool and read you my poem...
Chorus:
I’ll fix everything, repair and fine-tune it,
If New Year's snow doesn't fall on last year's rake
So I won't notice the familiar teeth underneath the sole
If next year, as always, suddenly isn't the past again
I'd like to find myself under the Christmas tree in the morning. Strong, good and kind.
In gift wrapping, with elbows, ribbon pressed against ribs.
With a clear conscience, mind, heart, and lungs. Simple and deep. Without bile speeches with background. Without moking the dull.
Understood, accepted, forgiven and let go.
There's new karma in the stocking by the fireplace. Hare Rama, Om, Hare Krishna ***
Almighty in a red fur coat would have crawled into a chimney and put me under a Christmas tree.
It would have been a great gift. So pity I didn’t deserve it...
Chorus
* - "Stepping on a rake" - repeating the same mistakes.
** - Santa Claus
*** - Hare Krishna (mantra)