Текст песни Валентина Пономарева - Элегия

Oh my god what a purity
when between houses and between maples
the snow falls lightly and in surprise
to all unprotected places.

He is like an overwhelming rest,
doesn't understand what is sinful, what is holy
in the space between the humpbacked streets
and in the present day of the crowd of men.

And he is far from everyday worries,
that covers the heads and faces
and with it it’s easy to see
how short is this day and this year.

And all that is open in the soul -
under icy and bright surprise;
and all that is burning or decay,
will not be exposed in memory already.

So why, then, falling under a snow shaft,
I will forever be weighed down by the word
which you cannot hide under the cover
no matter what darkness harbored him?

And not finding my last refuge
it will open itself with inspiration,
which doubt, oblivion
do not subordinate and do not betray.

But my goodness, what a purity
when between houses and between maples
snow falls easily and in surprise
to all unprotected places ...