Иннокентий Анненский - Снег
текст песни

I would love winter
Yes, a breeze ...
From her even smoke
Do not go into the clouds.

This cutting of lines,
This heavy flight,
This beggarly blue
And crushed ice!

But I love weakened
From the sky -high -notch -
Then sparkling white,
That lilac snow ...

And especially talile
When, opening a height,
He lies tired
On a sliding cliff,

Just herds in the fog
Immaculate dreams -
On a languid face
Employment of spring.