Текст песни 4 позиции бруно - День на Убыль

Day on the decline , less light and jellies winter.
All you are silent , no answer - not a greeting or message.
Clouds rushing by, by, and fluffy snow .
What ails you , my loved one ?

Maybe at this hour will take the following someone in the snow -
You hurry through the biting wind, taking up the path to the enemy.
You go under the whistle blowing snow , going to the front in the battle,
And snow-covered fir parted before mnoooooooooy .

Ahhh -ooo - aaaaaa .