Текст песни Е.Шатрова, анс.Акварель - Канитель

Gimp and snowstorms
White houses flew and looked down upon
And the snowy firs sang loudly and creaked,
And he could barely see the silhouette from afar.
Gimp and snowstorms, and in a snowstorm carousel
Strange words rang and flew into the clouds:
Really in a never-ending snowstorm
The Snow Maiden is waiting for two weeks of the White Snowman?
He will not come, he will not come, he will not come, and in a year,
It has long melted somewhere, has become a cool stream.
In vain is the bride waiting because everyone knows
Where is the creek that was Snowman yesterday ...
Gimp and snowstorms
Could not, did not make out the White Snowman.
He came out of the alley, the Snow Maiden hugged him,
And for some reason, I smiled slightly ...
Miroslav Valek, Slovakia.