По снегу, летящему с неба... [Po snegu, letyashchemu s neba...] [English translation]

That snow, flying from heaven,

That deep, that so white snow,

Which holds all my sorrows within...

To you I am running through snow

To the deepest of my grieves through in...

When the dawn kiss the earth it falls asleep

And covers itself with that snow,

So someone feels warm in this deep...

But me who escapes from the heartsore

I pray I was buried with the snow.

And the city canals stretch their grey hands towards me,

And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....

And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....

Hey, melodious violins, play for me,

Day breaks and my letter is written:

To seal and to leave on the desk....

It’s time... The shot breaks out and screaming

I’ll fall into snowy flakes.

Don’t listen to this song if you don’t feel like.

If I shut the door it doesn’t change your life.

Please do not hurt either my soul,

Or just even touch my open wounds…

Again the stars are falling from heaven,

Again I will miss my chance to catch one...

It’s not yet late for me to be happy,

But simply I’ll not be able to live in vain...

And the city canals stretch their grey hands towards me,

And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....

And that white snow doesn’t melt in their palms at all....

• Artist:Alexander Rozenbaum