Текст песни Визбор Юрий - Синие снега

You will leave tired,
Words to say,
And turn off the scarlet
Winter dawn.
And the road flat
Sweep a blizzard,
Angry near Moscow
Blue snow.

Will the black night
Race without a trace,
Like mountain mists,
Will sail year
But love moored
Forever my
On steep, desperate
Dead anchors.

You do not write letters to me,
Telegrams are not your sending,
The unknown side
Without me, you live.
But one evening,
Heart lost,
You will understand how torn
Crimson Dawn.

My character is an angel
You'll understand.
Arrivals from Arkhangelsk
With Vorkuta come.
On a flat road
Not methylene, blizzard,
Stayte, near Moscow
Blue snow.

1959