The cold wind blows from the autumn field, І wood without steel in the world. Cry at night because of the blue sky, Caught in ice on frozen ground. People in their thoughts become even crazier: How do you get the donkeys to warm up, like a trace? O sigria, God, souls, so that they become broader, And the growing spirit of summation, melt ice in the heart. In the morning the snow fell, suddenly and quietly. The blackness is all covered with white feathers, White snowflakes are circling around the tank. The day became clean and came to life in joy. People smile at me as I live, Diamanti vibrate, otherwise diva. The snow of the tree is wrapped in lower branches, For children, the time of winter has already come. Save, God, humanity from the corrupted world. And give awakening to our hearts. Cleanse our land from the moth of corruption, Cover your ears with your whiteness.
