Текст песни Русская народная песня - Оренбургский пуховый платок

In this blizzard unglamorous evening,
when the snowy haze along the roads,
you put on, darling, on your shoulders
Orenburg downy shawl.
I knit him in the evenings,
for you, my good mother,
I'm ready for you, darling,
not a handkerchief, even a heart to give.
So that you do not mourn this night,
I'll drive the blizzard out of the window.
How much I would not pity you, my mother,
anyway - before you I'm indebted.
Let the storm more and more furious,
we will not let him into the doorway.
And you, my mother, will warm you
Orenburg downy shawl.
And you, my mother, will warm you
Orenburg downy shawl.