Текст песни Константин Фролов - Вот опять надо мною вьюжит

Here again I have a blizzard
Wind from the north
Under my feet lies
Gold silver
I cover my towers
Foxes and beavers
And up to the top are full bins
Fish and caviar.

Here for centuries have lived without problems -
Earth will help out.
Again, females are called in their harem
Somewhere sivuchi.
Every year life goes on
With new power.
What do you need, tell me
My darling?

Somewhere the ocean is grumbling deeply
Behind the fairway
Smoked volcano on the Kuriles
Black crater
And the sea rye scurry under water
Fish feed
And the wave is again gray-haired
In the shore breaking.

Why are we dropping a tear,
Like orphans
It seems to all of us in the taiga forest
Pits dug.
And we live with a cocked cock,
Traceless,
Why then with such a wealth
We are all poor.

Let him spin around again
Wind from the north
Under my feet lies
Gold silver
And let me have no luck
With this lyre
I'll get a big bump -
I'll dig up the gold.

I do not need rich palaces
Undeservedly
I would see a happy face
My betrothed
So that until the last day
Soul of Tesila
Immense this land
The richest.