Текст песни Коренблит - А.Пушкин - В поле чистом

In the open field silvery
Snow wavy and pockmarked ,
The moon is shining , the three races
On the way to pole .

Sing : in the road boredom clock
On the road , in the dark of night
How sweet native sounds ,
Song Sounds brave .

Sing, coachman ! I silently , greedily
I will listen to your voice .
Month clear shining coldly ,
Bluewind distant howl.

Sing : " Luchinushka , torch ,
What light does not burn ? "