Текст песни У леса на опушке - жила зима в избушке...

We lived on the edge of the forest in winter cabin
It snowballs salted in a tub of birch
She suchila yarn she wove webs
Cova da ice bridges over rivers

Ceiling ice creaking door
For a rough wall darkness barbed
How shagnesh threshold for frost everywhere
A threshold of the windows blue blue

Went hunting forged silver
Soot thin crystal bucket month
Sewed fur trees gave sledding
And after the forest was in a hurry to relax in the hut

Ceiling ice creaking door
For a rough wall darkness barbed
How shagnesh threshold for frost everywhere
A threshold of the windows blue blue