Текст песни Владимир Сысков - Александр Кушнер. На подходе зимний праздник

I sit on a shaky chair
In my close room,
I drink wine to Poshaluli
What left of the guests.

We are sad - what is the reason?
We do not like - who is so strict.
Whole back for garardine
White feel snow.

On the approach of winter holiday,
Needles, wool, serpentine.
Every year everything is more beautiful
Snow and smell of light wines.

And love from repeating
Does not fade, just in it
More knowledge and patience
And inconceivable things.

Alexander Kushner