Come Winter come,
How long will it take you,
To break the bones of men,
To freez the blood in temperature...
...minus zero in the Long Chilla,
Reminding how hard life is in Siberia.
Come Winter come,
How long will it take you,
To spread the thick glass sheets,
On the surface of lakes and rivers,
To allow the winter sports lovers,
To do skiing and skating,
On the frozen face of water bodies.
Come Winter come,
How long will it take you,
To rain silver flakes from the heaven,
To adorn the silvery blossoms,
On the dead branches of bushes and plants,
To herald the coming of Spring season.
MyKoul
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