Текст песни Злищев А. - Зима

Meeting people in the grove , lies the snow ,
Frost so that the blood thickens .
In the sky white disc shines .
Or rather it does not shine , and smoldering .

Trees around the terrible
Closed dome and breathe .
Well, where are you, my dear friend ?
They see and hear everything.

My path less everything.
A month plunged the knife into the village .
Sticks silent blade
Fire burns . And here I am , tleyu .

And there will be a long time to laugh
Trees , evil faces writhed .
I lie down on the bed
On the sheet January night .

And someone will say in the morning :
- Well, that's all , cold , poor fellow .
And I lay there, hugging a pine tree ,
How useless snag .

A. Zlischev , "Winter"