Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Оренбургский пуховый платок..

In the evening blizzard nelaskovy
When the snowy haze along the roads
Naquin You, my dear, on the shoulders
Orenburg shawl

I do it in the evening knitting
For you, my good mother
I am ready to you, dear
Not scarf, even the heart to give

Wind fumbles as a pilgrim of shutters
Outside, howling blizzard
For you, I will put the samovar
For you heating of the bed

At this hour the lonely night
I am with you to speak well
How do I want to caress the child
All your remove wrinkles

To you this night is not mourned
Runs from the window blizzard
What I were you, mother, or sorry
Anyway, before you I owe

Let the storm is getting stronger bristles
We can not let him on the threshold
And you, my mother, warm
Orenburg shawl