Метель [Metel'] [English translation]

I'm very afraid of the night

I fear the day like the fire.

Because I know for sure

And it is impossible to know more exactly,

That once by day or night

The earth will sail off Below me.

With white flame or black one

I'll just be burned by you.

I will order a bed

Of ice from a factory.

I beg you, blizzard,

Be my wife!

I will lie on the bed

Of ice memory.

I beg you, blizzard,

Be my destiny!

I'm looking for happiness in adversity

I want a day like you.

It just seems, you know, often

My heart is as if inside a fire.

Maybe the wind will blow a match off

And the fire goes out inside.

I beg you, help me,

Help me, my blizzard!

I will order a bed

Of ice from a factory.

I beg you, blizzard,

Be my wife!

I will lie on the bed

Of ice memory.

I beg you, blizzard,

Be my destiny!

• Artist:Stas Mikhailov