For uhabiny steppe
I rush tape wastelands.
Hey you, falcons home,
take out as quickly as possible!
In povechereshnem smoke.
I have been waiting for beauty
In charodeynom teremu.
Shines in the darkness of gilding
Oh you, sled planes,
Bells cutting, ringing hollowly,
Sleigh Bells in Schlee not by.
How garknu on alley,
It runs all the people.
come guys, come the girls
Praise the winter evening,
Do not cease until the morning.
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