Текст песни У леса на опушке - жила зима в избушке...

We lived on the edge of the forest winter in a hut
It snowballs salted in a tub of birch
She suchila yarn she wove webs
Cova da icy bridges over rivers

The ceiling of the ice creaking door
For a rough wall of prickly darkness
As shagnesh threshold for frost everywhere
A threshold of the windows blue blue

I went hunting forged money
Soot thin crystal bucket month
Trees gave sewing coats sledding
After the forest was in a hurry to relax in the cabin

The ceiling of the ice creaking door
For a rough wall of prickly darkness
As shagnesh threshold for frost everywhere
A threshold of the windows blue blue