Текст песни Крыница - В Вихре Метели...

In a whirlwind of snowstorms dancing snow
Cold breaths piercing breath
And winter triumphs over the world,
Crashing inevitably into consciousness.

In the groan of trees and howling winds
The birds no longer hear loud trills
The sun has faded from the shackles of snow
They ask for mercy under the weight of eating.

Majestic winter again
Fierce cold, blizzard, ice,
Blinds his white eyes
He spills the frozen sky with tears.

And in the outlines of a dull day
In the sparks of branches among the gray-haired forest
Everything froze and the earth cooled down -
No, do not know, do not see otherwise.