Oh my winter, dear time,
blizzard waving,
Yes, with frost, and with the ice -
souls of snakes there.
Prasing you I will cold out!
Fall in love with fun,
I will kindle Russian bath,
By my beloved - spun!
Oh my winter, dear time,
always warms my soul!
Sweet in icicles, souls crunch,
vodka on ice - oh!
Troika rushes like snowstorm!
Thaw is calling me!
Part and go away, the cold!
Winter flighs to Spring!
translation from Alex S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Winter time with blizzard waving in this context. Wise sharing done here. Interesting definitely.