Текст песни Иннокентий Анненский - Снег

I would love the winter,
Yes burda burda ...
Even smoke from her
Do not go to the clouds.

This line cutting,
This flight flight,
This beggar blue
And swollen ice!

But I love the relax
From the translated eg -
Then sparkling white,
That lilac snow ...

And especially a tel
When, dust opening,
It lies tired
On a sliding break

Exactly herds in the fog
Immaculate dreams -
On a troubling edge
Spring burnt.