Winter
Winter lived in a hut at the edge of the forest.
She salted snowballs in a birch tub,
She spun yarn, she wove canvases,
Forged ice bridges over rivers.
CHORUS:
Icy ceiling, creaky door,
Behind the rough wall is a prickly darkness.
As you step over the threshold - there is frost everywhere,
And from the windows the steam is blue-blue.
She went hunting, forged silver,
Planted a thin moon in a crystal bucket.
She sewed fur coats for trees, paved a sled path,
And then she hurried into the forest to rest in the hut.
Chorus:
Icy ceiling, creaky door,
Behind the rough wall is a prickly darkness.
As you step over the threshold - there is frost everywhere,
And from the windows the steam is blue-blue.
перевод песни: Эмилианна
