Зимняя песня [Zimnjaja pesnja] [English translation]

Well, so what can be told of the winter?

Akin to silver, now and then, it copper seems.

It is coldness when there does not burn fire

All the while someone is cold without me.

Two windows safeguard a deep blue evening,

In the black vista, two fairytales live,

And the lunar birth appears to be suspended

From the crystal javelin of the silence.

Well, so what can be told of the winter?

February has raised the thaw on the stern,

Flexing and filling the sails of the clouds,

And the poles are oscillating at night.

And the star ascends over the road,

And the trains from Moscow leave...

You sit by the fire at night pointlessly -

It won't keep you warm without me.