In the moonlit night
The frosty far sparkles
Reflecting the moon light
The sled-the fiery bird
Rests the ring trail.
Like a song daring,
I raced across the taiga,
The blizzard dances and flames,
The snow is blue lazur.
In this flame the deers
Pass through the gat,
Their the winds does not defeated,
Their the blizzards does not breaks.
Lighting the way is my long,
To the light joy be full
Along the flaming roads,
Gently to roll the moon is.
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