Текст песни Юрий Визбор - Зимний Вечер

Winter evening blue, forest wrapped in hoarfrost,
Under the moon ate steel doves
Sweep the snowflakes all the paths, paths,
Sweep away the memory of you

I myself don't know who I'm walking next to
On the evening paths, on the dead nights,
The forest stands as in a fairy tale, and a simple caress
You probably want to do it now too.

And a handsome guy walks with you,
Why do you often sigh again
This evening blue is too soft frost,
Too painfully old love is extinguished.

January 1957