Lyrics Таисия Повалий - 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 grieve this night,
I'll run past the blizzard from the window.
How much I would have pity you, my mother,
All the same before you I owe you!

Let the storm more and more fierce,
We will not let him in on the doorstep.
And you, my mother, will warm you
Orenburg downy shawl.