Текст песни Пачина Е.М. - За окошком вьюга Белая

Blizzard outside the window white
Day has long been extinguished.
Now you , mom, doing,
What do you think now?

I would sit down with you side by side,
Bitterness weep in secret .
Heating of , my dear mother,
Soul warm whisper .

A harsh winter is worth ...
How do you live there alone?
Do not smoke stove new ,
It burns hot eh ?

Maybe bound with anguish ,
Also look out the window :
Emptied our rooms ,
Children grew up long ago.