Текст песни Анна Широченко - Мельница-метелица

High above the roofs in the cold bare
Mill-blizzard millstone turns,
Falls asleep icy street to pray.
Pretty falls asleep on my chest.

It was or was not a rushing off somewhere
In the distance boundless, pure snow
First favorite, youth beginning,
Good and bright flame hearth

Whatever night I see irrevocably cute
Grove transparent house on the shore
I suffered that house mother can not forget,
And now I suffer that I can not remember

Before dawn sleepless dizzy,
Vortex scrolls yellow foliage
Frizz-hover above the hills, screaming birds, blizzard-mill turns the millstones.

High above the roofs in the cold bare
Mill-blizzard millstone turns,
Falls asleep icy street to pray.
Pretty falls asleep on my chest.