Soft snow covers the stitches, It falls like white feathers to your feet, Everything is under a white feather bed - I fields, and road surfaces! The white whip fell quietly... The Kazka came as a guest before us, On the winter winds it came - Let us rouse the divas when the time has come. Frosts are coming before us, Power up and clean the casing. Oh, we can see their threats, I want the spirit to leave us.
