Текст песни Концерт на вечере Московских духовных школ 10.03.13 - А Пушкин Зимняя дорога

Through the wavy fog
      Sneaks moon
      The sad glades
      Sadly she pours light .

      On the way, winter , boring
      Troika greyhound runs ,
      bell monotonous
      Tedious rattles .

      Hear something native
      In many songs coachman :
      That binge removed,
      That longing heart ......

      No fire, no black hut ,
      Wilderness and snow .... At the meeting I
      Only a mile striped
      Caught odne ...

      Bored, sad , the way my boring
      Napping smolknul my coachman ,
      Odnozvuchen bell ,
      Otumanen moon face .