Текст песни Русская народная песня - Оренбургский пуховый платок

In this blizzard nelaskovy evening
when the snowy darkness along the road ,
Naquin you , my dear, on the shoulders
Orenburg shawl .
I knitted it in the evening ,
for you , my good mother ,
I'm ready to you, my dear,
no handkerchief , even the heart to give .
To you this night is not mourned ,
I cast out from the window blizzard .
What I were you, the mother , is not sorry
anyway - before you I owe .
Let the storm ever stronger bristles ,
we did not let him on the threshold .
And you, my mother , warm
Orenburg shawl .
And you, my mother , warm
Orenburg shawl .