Текст песни Виктор Светлов - Снега России

At the end, with my favorite childhood,
Snowstorm sings his songs,
And a woman with a mole cute
Perhaps I still waiting.
On the white snowy field,
On a pair of dashing trotters,
As in previous years with you
I'm ready to race again.

A blue evening ... and frost in the heart ...
I did not forget you, snow Russia,
Gypsy will, but the wind in the field,
And the one that I still love.

Sometimes ruthless enough
The fate changes his life,
And aching heart wounds,
And it seems once again the white snow.
Where youth carelessly seethed
Weeds overgrown tracks,
And cross over his father's grave
I am inclined to the ground.

A blue evening ... and frost in the heart ...
I did not forget you, snow Russia,
Gypsy will, but the wind in the field,
And the one that I still love.

Born under the sky Russian
Her dream is to die for him.
Past becomes close,
And I want to cry and sing.
And the memory will remain with us
How unfulfilled dreams,
And the vodka in faceted glass
Rips the soul as a Russian gate.