Текст песни Набудзь Бульбы - Зімовы Сон

White snow sweeps
Wind black field,
Like clothes vzdyavae
Shire spacious land.

Soft snow flying down,
I end it there,
I shall be angry spirit,
Siver wild winter.

Cover tightly house
If it was not blowing cold,
On the window area of ​​the mat,
In order not to put the cold trail.

Get out of the towers sleigh -
Gaida highway for wipe
I on the white ocean
Up and down to play!

Yes, put mittens -
Where to frost joke!
Rada white we zimitsy,
We are pleased with her fight.

Hey, you, horses, hey, little!
With slept? Fun!
Hey, Skochka gold!
Stir alive!

People are sleeping! People are sleeping!
People are sleeping, you can be quiet?
You can be quiet?
Here, people are sleeping!