Текст песни Александр Матюхин - И. Царев. Снежный романс

Stitch road, snow, sleigh,
He runs away, ringing,
Where is my dear, most gentle,
I can not wait.
In a small house with yellow lamp
Door ajar in porch.
Old spruce heavy legs
Snow sweep off the porch.
O check point heated stove, spread out a tablecloth,
The glass of wine poured ...
What are you, darling, you look perplexed
The white darkness outside the window?

At night, the sick, blizzard, cleft,
Above the unnamed river,
Death, I have repeatedly seen firsthand,
Even I touched his hand.
But do not worry about it, beautiful,
Blizzard dies down behind the wall!
Let her troubles do not concern you,
House bypassing.
I'm not so sick and helpless,
I get out of the tenacious ice
And announced at the threshold until midnight ...
Or have never been.