Текст песни СОРОКА - У леса на опушке

In the forest on the edge
Winter lived in a hut .
It snowballs salted
In a tub of birch .
She suchila yarn
She wove webs,
forged ice
Yes bridges over rivers .

Ice ceiling , door creaking ...
For a rough wall darkness barbed ...
As one enters the threshold of everywhere frost
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas .

Ice ceiling , door creaking ...
For a rough wall darkness barbed ...
As one enters the threshold of everywhere frost
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas .

Went on the hunt ,
Granite silver,
Soot thin month
In the crystal bucket ...
Trees fur sewing ,
Toril sledding .
And after the forest was in a hurry ,
To relax in the hut .

Ice ceiling , door creaking ...
For a rough wall darkness barbed ...
As one enters the threshold of everywhere frost
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas .

Ice ceiling , door creaking ...
For a rough wall darkness barbed ...
As one enters the threshold of everywhere frost
And from the windows of the blue blue parkas !