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Blizzard

White snow, white snow, white snow, white day...
White snow, white snow, white snow, white day...
Where are you calling me to?
Hear it? There's a blizzard raging outside,
There aren't any people, nor cars, out on the streets.
There aren't any people, nor cars, out on the streets.
 
There's a blizzard raging outside, hear it?
Where are you calling me to?
There aren't any people, nor cars, out on the streets.
There aren't any people, nor cars, out on the streets.
 
White snow, white snow, white snow, white footprints...
White snow, white snow, white snow, white daylight...
I follow after you carefully,
Snowflakes falling upon us,
Stepping in your snow-covered footprints.
Stepping in your snow-covered footprints.
 
Snowflakes falling upon us,
I follow after you carefully,
Stepping in your snow-covered footprints.
Snow-covered footprints.
 
White snow, white snow, white snow, a white maple tree
White snow, white snow, white snow, a white dream
Your pink scarf blazing like a torch,
Here we are, you and I and the blizzard, out on the street
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around
 
Here we are, you and I and the blizzard, out on the street
Your pink scarf blazing like a torch,
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around
 
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around
There are no eyes, and no windows anywhere around...
 

Return to the fold

Willows swayed behind a pond,
Wind flounced over a margin
Here, I returned to the fold
Where the cuckoo-clock is still going
 
Heart skips a beat, I walk onto the porch
And, as in childhood, the time makes cuckoo
And from the porch I enter an empty room
To embrace my father, to kiss my mom
 
All three, we'll sit like that for a while,
And the past will come back for a moment
''Like this, - mom will tell me, - we live,
Good, but the time runs too fast''
 
At the pond mother will say goodbye,
And father will say goodbye behind the margin,
And the bird will start to make cuckoo -
What am I supposed to do with this cuckoo?..
 
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