Текст песни Александр Холмогоров - Марье

Female Marie

Sl. and music A. K. Kholmogorova

Try to guess night blizzard
The windows in the house on the edge of the village.
They are burning, but the blizzard was pretty
Their light and the path, and crossed hands.

And you will stay away, lose the old trace,
And the new where, nor the village, nor the bumps.
Ah, you know, of all ways, that at night,
Which is yours, no signs and litter.

And at home is waiting for a humble wife,
Lights the lamp, image of the seal.
Everyone in the house is sleeping, only reflects light
It is a prayer full silence.

And the voice of quiet, and the hands are so easy
What is visible light from the depths of the window,
like a salt of the earth or like bread crumb
And the bright spirit that old people know.

So I came, and the blizzard froze,
My voice fell, my fingers are not bubbing,
Only, reaching, kneeling
In the handberry in the house, on the edge of the village.