Текст песни Свинцовый Туман - В полях под снегом

In the fields under snow and rain, my dear friend,
I would have covered you with a cloak from the winter blizzards.
And if flour is destined for you by fate,
I am ready to share your grief to the bottom with you.

So your tender gaze drops
Into the darkness of spiritual clouds!
Let me be weak from all losses
The last ray went out -
The sunset burns in my soul!