А метель метёт белая [A metelʹ metyot belaya] [English translation]

Winter turns, and we walk into frost,

In the cold, I’m in tears.

I’m with you, oy

I was waiting at home,

You ask if for a couple minutes

I could stay with you, oy

It’s a dark, dark night...

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white

And it’s making me... it’s making me...

The last train leaves the station,

On the street there’s no one but us

And there’s only snow, snow

And we get to my porch, and house,

But I won’t say goodbye

But I will leave in the silence

In this dark, dark night...

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white

And it’s making me... it’s making me...

Oh no-one forces me to deal with them

I won’t let you go into the night, with love

Tomorrow I’ll walk up to you and gently notice you,

And you’ll notice

On this dark, dark night...

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white,

And it’s making me shy

And the blizzard is blowing white

And it’s making me... it’s making me...