Текст песни К. Никольский - Бури и метели

Storms and blizzards ground overpowered
White bird flew to the sun my.
For the lost should hurry to the edge of a distant,
At the far edge of the path is not easy
By the light solar years
Seek ye my joy, that grief for lost
Bring me a song about spring born.
Seek out a ray of that eclipsed the clouds
And a spring of living water gives to the gardens.
Look in the silence of the voice of sweet, darling,
Hands warmly, giving strength, her eyes give me back
Bring me the fun of mountain rivers and streams spring,
Heat warmed the hearts of men
Of free wandering warm wind.
Ask the heavens not darken with anger,
Ask peaceful expanse of fields,
Ask forests clean clear voice,
To say how difficult
The path of the soul, hurrying to the people.
Look for the island, where the green grass,
Where are the love and peace forgotten words