New Year comes ...really?

Tired of promises from Fortunes tellers ploys
Remember the days when happy was
to enjoy the harvest of our toil
calmly watching the wind blowing the tall grass

So what changed for you and me my friend?
tired of speculations about the end?
We can simply hear the winds call
whether our harvest be wheat, hay or what it was?
a paycheck for 10 years toil

But our power is not based on a date to begin
nor our happiness wanes at the threat of the year's end
choice ah, yes choose to wear festive ribbons in your heart
choose to do your best gladly in whatever is your task

No secrets to align with the moon and the stars
no handshakes to uphold honor and prejudice
the wind blows our flag's bars
we're all here to chose freely ... is simply this.