Текст песни Д. Хворостовский - Вдоль по улице метелица метёт

Along the street snowstorm sweeps ,
For Metelitsa goes my dear .
You wait a minute , wait a minute , my beauty ,
Suffer see enough joy for you.

On whether your pleasant beauty
On your roofing on a white face .
You wait a minute , wait a minute , my beauty ,
Suffer see enough joy for you.

Beauty with your mind brought me ,
Dried up the good fellow , me.
You wait a minute , wait a minute , my beauty ,
Suffer see enough joy for you.

You wait a minute , wait a minute , my beauty ,
Suffer see enough joy for you.