Текст песни Pagan Reign - В Обьятьях Зимы

Does not move in the wind
Gold expanse of fields
Above the endless black forest
Circling fierce snowstorm

Blue dark cold air
Covering riverbeds
And the water that under the ice
Slows fast run

Dispersed in the midnight sky
Blizzards snow tracks
A bright light illuminated
The white face of the moon

In the hills of gray spruce
Bare Oaks are
Over the frozen streams
Ice boulders

Sun beam no longer heats
Fixed camp birches
North Wind rose
Bringing with it cold

There comes a winter cold,
Studite grass down to the roots
Sleeps spruce forest
In anticipation of warmer days.