Lyrics Вальс в Конго - Снег в ноябре

Yunna Moritz
Snow in november

Winter is coming from the hill with silver
                            with a spear
Udmurt helmet covered head
                            fox.
Flicker of ice turns yellow
                       over housing
Bending snow to the ground, bending the soul
                         to thoughts.

Now it gets dark at five

Cold sound is not heard from the window
                             sleigh
And so wonderful is their flight over
                         wildness:
After all, only in heaven is fire among the fires
With such an inconceivable speed
                         in silence!

Now it gets dark at five

Now it gets dark at five. In the corner of the spindle
Murmuring, unwinding the yarn of the dial.
I put diamond wine on fire
To drink cough and wait for sister
                             and brother.

Now it gets dark at five

As long as they come from different cities,
The February snowstorm
Notebook about the property of colds will end:
Loving the brick in the wall when we
                            alone

Now it gets dark at five

About my tenderness for a vagrant sparrow,
On fidelity to the window — his face is buried in it.
I will not be an orphan, as long as I love
A window, a brick in the wall, a broken trough.

Now it gets dark at five

I think the child who gave birth to me
Asked someone in advance
So that I am alone in the winter on a slope of the day
Relatively easy sadness endured.

Now it gets dark at five (2p)