Музыка под снегом [Muzyka pod snegom] [English translation]

Winter came to the summer park,

A concert in the summer park

Is about to begin,

It's a pity that there's no audience,

And the orchestra is nestled in snow,

Which muffles sounds like wadding,

And the Sonata may be hardly heard.

The voice of a violin rings like

a sound, created by the frictions glass on glass.

And a trumpet can't be taken away

From the snow-covered lips (of a musician),

And summer sings in each musical note,

And summer calls us to follow it,

And the Sonata may be heard

Hardly.

The Sonata sometimes takes off in the sky

Like a flock of thawed birds,

And sometimes it lays down under our feet,

Obediently as the snow,

For no one...

And there's a delight in their eyes,

That we can't already understand.

No one can help them,

And we have to lie.

And I pass by again,

I pass by and look past,

And the Sonata may be heard

Hardly.