Текст песни Борис Пастернак - Зима

When the hayloft is in the icicles,
And they blow into the hands in the yard,
And Tom brings firewood to the hall,
And the milk in the bucket is freezing
And blood runs cold, and dirt is everywhere,
An owl turns up, heading into the darkness:
Tu-gu! Tu-it, tu-gu! What a songstress!
All in lard, Anna rubs the cast iron

When parishioners cough
I can't hear the pastor's words
And the birds are laughing in a blizzard,
And Maryana has a purple nose,
And pears pimple in boiling water,
An owl winds up in the distance:
Tu-gu!
Tu-it, tu-gu! What a songstress!
All in lard, Anna rubs the cast iron

1985 year