Текст песни Глеб Корнилов - Зимушка

ZIMUSHKA

Quiet on tiptoe
The first snow was falling.
Nebushko poured
As if in a dream.

I will strike with a saber
Frost whistled.
Since the night at the sleigh
The snake froze.

Equally bleached
Forest to the roots.
Only the crows
Became blacker.

Gray horse
At the time of the clamp.
Oh, mother earth
The son is being taken.

Closed eyes
To kiss.
Easier buried
To spend the winter.

Russian winter.
A pinch of the sun.
The land is tireless
The Lord baptizes.

Leonid Kornilov