Текст песни Сергей Никитин - Первый день зимы

First day of winter
Sergey Krylov

Like a drunkard, on the first frost,
For just rolled ice
Unstable, cheerful and serious
On the streets of the evening I will go.
And it will be very festive and quiet,
As a bell, distinguished every sound -
My city, as an artist at the first exit,
Preparing for winter, as a celebration.

Let it fall the snow fluffy on the lawns,
Let the autumn begins in a slush of her -
No wonder, it can be seen, to the new season
Land put on white linen.
Everything will become amazing and strange,
From Inea whiter than the songs,
Trolleybuses - Manual cockroaches,
Tied to the mustache.

And listening to snow jerseys,
On the streets asleep, I will go.
Like in a fairy tale, a snow queen house
From thousands similar I will find.
And in this enchanted kingdom
She will wander with me herself.
You hear, I have come off, hello,
Native Queen and Winter.

1965.