Текст песни Эдуард Дьяченко - Декабрь

Howling frost outside the window
Cold wind burns my face
Over the snow-covered thin stream
Winter sings its song.

With difficulty the sun's rays break through
Through the clouds of a motley cascade.
And here on earth on the native bullfinch
Our eyes are pleased with our scarlet.

The surface of the water was forged in a pattern,
Frost took up his brushes.
And the snow fence rises
That the blizzard has risen.

And there is no soul around - silence.
The pristine beauty of nature
Carries away, beckoning with beauty,
In their winter dawns of freedom.

How beautiful is the expanse of fields
Sleeping peacefully, covered by a snowdrift.
And the beautiful trill tits
It is heard in the forest with a noisy ringing.

A new year is coming soon
We will wait for happiness and love in it.
Under the bright red star, the entire Russian people
Will meet the days to come.

A. Usmanov