We went to an expensive cafe
As always, I was with lava,
The necklace shone on you,
The waiter served us Olivier.
And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Midnight is coming soon
And the bar doesn't close.
And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Midnight is coming soon
And the bar doesn't close.

The musician plays a hit
I remember the bunks, the camp,
The musician plays a hit
And my soul hurts.

And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Midnight is coming soon
And the bar doesn't close.
And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Midnight is coming soon
And the bar doesn't close.

Morning is coming soon
And the sadness doesn't go away
Where is health, where are the years,
Never return them.

And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Midnight is coming soon
And the bar doesn't close.
And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Midnight is coming soon
And the bar doesn't close.

And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Morning is coming soon
And the grandmas don't end there.
And outside the window a blizzard sweeps,
white beauty,
Morning is coming soon
And the grandmas don't end there.
And the grandmas don't end there.
And the grandmas don't end there.

Translation of the lyrics of Lyapis Trubetskoy - Snowstorm

We stopped in an expensive cafe
As always, I was at the lava,
shone on you necklace,
The waiter gave us Olivier.

white beauty
soon midnight comes,
A bar closes.
And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon midnight comes,
A bar closes.

Musician plays hit,
Remember bunk, camp,
Musician playing hit
And my heart aches.

And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon midnight comes,
A bar closes.
And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon midnight comes,
A bar closes.

soon the morning comes
A long does not recede
Where health, where year
Don't ever get them back.

And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon midnight comes,
A bar closes.
And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon midnight comes,
A bar closes.

And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon morning comes,

And outside a snowstorm sweep,
white beauty
soon morning comes,
A grandmother does not end there.
A grandmother does not end there.
A grandmother does not end there.

Georgy Sviridov's romance "Snowstorm" is used.

On one of the winter evenings, song lines appeared in my head " Do not frown, your nobility, do not blow into a snow-white mustache. "Images arose one after another and later, this story was continued, already as a monologue of an officer of the Russian army, who fell behind the crew in a difficult situation in winter. And that's what happened!


How it hurts me far from my homeland,
Under the flag of the army and navy *.
Warriors march on a big campaign,
Frontier to guard the stronghold.

Sneaked into their lives on the sly,
Russo-Japanese War.
Covered in a moment with a clawed paw,
Oh, how much trouble she brings.

On the Liaodong direction*,
In night battles for heights.
Received leave for injury
As a reward to the royal cross.

And writing home news,
"I'm going on vacation, no cost."
He put a piece of paper in a box in an envelope,
And in a good way, this is the alignment!

With a heavy heart and sadness,
We left Port Arthur*.
And beyond the snow-covered distances,
The lingering noise of manufactories.

Plays Nevsky shops,
And in the windows a dime a dozen.
Full of wine and oranges
I'll take gifts along the way.

I hasten to my native estate,
I will hire horses in the tavern.
And the siver *, the ice beast,
Pierces the body to the bone.

But too late,
The filed dormez left *.
Left me in a simple guise,
Pass the road through the forest.

The white wanderer rages,
Her Excellency is a blizzard.
Frost tapping his club
Throws prickly snow.

Alas, I am not dressed for the weather,
I'm wearing a jacket * and a cap.
Don't frown, your honor,
Do not blow into a snow-white mustache.

And the pines, like evil enemies,
Squeeze into a tight ring.
It seemed branches, hands in trouble,
Slaps in the face!

Winter overcomes me
Kisses on pale lips.
Delight in the heart and twist ...
There is such beauty all around!

In white dress,
Lies a silver expanse.
I whisper a prayer in confusion
And I will look up to the sky.

The night distance shines with stars,
The piercing winds sing.
And sleep overcomes with dreams,
And I would live until the morning ...

I know God will help me
Go through the vicissitudes of fate.
And the path led me
Through the sparkling clubs.

Here the crust is cracking with a frozen crust,
Shines like thin glass.
Only a scapular under the gymnast,
Gives warmth.

The moon is like a milestone for an exile,
Looks silently from behind the clouds.
Will it flash for a simple wanderer,
Hope not quenchable ray?

I so wanted to be with my family,
To return again to the father's house.
And at home, the sisters are waiting and mother,
They sit at the festive table.

Sisters singing nightingales,
Beautiful, like a poppy color.
Their young heads are bright,
In the eyes of a naive pure light.

Hopes of the Gatchina * Gymnasium,
Always modest and love sports.
Came back for Christmas with an opportunity
Oh, how proud the father would be!

All under the supervision of a strict mother,
Leisure, study and business.
Keeping to the spiritual rules
And the languages ​​are getting better...

Not much before twelve
There is sadness in the mother's eyes.
The handkerchief squeezes nervously with his fingers,
A vein plays at the temple.

Family in great expectation
A hundred times longer.
A disturbing silence reigns
Where did their son and brother go?

Weaved with intricate ornaments,
Tiles on the Russian stove.
And in the furnace above the tie-down foundation,
Crimson anthracite was blazing.

A new star and toys,
A festive spruce was shining,

And outside the window was a blizzard ...

Please don't be angry, blizzard
Take away the heavy snows.
Circling like a windmill
The boots are missing.

I go into the blind with windbreaks,
How hard, not to fall prostrate.
My path with difficult climbs,
For a long time knows no boundaries.

Frozen hands under gloves
Squeezing his throat, there are no words.
Frost changes habits
The ice sheet is getting stronger.

Before the eyes of life stripes,
Flashing like in a silent movie.
The blizzard silvered her hair,
And I almost don't care...

I am not destined to reach the house,
This seems to be fate.
To lie in a snowdrift, as if rootless,
Forgive the sinful slave...

The last step, but behind the trees,
Suddenly the lights flickered.
Links burning in the darkness,
Like beacons.

I'm going in the right direction
I hear a dog barking nearby.
How sweet these moments
And in the heart of joy over the edge!

And kneeling before the image,
Thank you for everything Christ.
I will whisper a prayer in the floor of my voice,
And kiss the edge of the cross!

I'm next to my family
He returned to his father's house.
And with my sisters and mother,
We sit at the festive table.

A new star and toys,
The festive tree is shining
Against the background of curtains with colored ruffles,
And outside the window a blizzard is sweeping ...

Under the flag of the army and navy* - Russo-Japanese war 1904-1905 - the war between the Russian and Japanese empires for control of Manchuria, Korea and the Yellow Sea.

In the Liaodong direction *- Thanks to the amendments to the peace treaty with China in 1895, the Liaodong Peninsula was leased to Russia. But in May 1904 Japanese troops cut off Liaodong peninsula from the rest of the mainland and occupied the port of Dalian.

We left Port Arthur * - After the landing of the Japanese on the Liaongdong Peninsula Russians troops were evacuated to what was considered an impregnable base in Port Arthur, but it was eventually captured the Japanese.

Siver * - North wind; the siver is blowing, the sivers have gone. Siver Yes, the night owl will pull, pull the fur coat with the caftan into one place.

Dormez * - A road carriage adapted for sleeping on the road.

Tuzhurka * - Double-breasted uniform jacket, home officer's suit. In 1886, a gray-blue jacket was introduced as an off-duty uniform in the Russian army.

Hopes of the Gatchina Gymnasium * - For girls from wealthy families, there was the Mariinsky Gymnasium. The history of the gymnasium began in 1812, when a school was established for the daughters of "insufficient officials of the palace administration in the building of the Orphan's Institute. In 1848, the women's boarding school was opened in a private house and it was allowed to accept the daughters of "all the inhabitants of Gatchina in general, without distinction of state ... from payment of 5 rubles a month. "In 1861, the current building appeared, and after another 6 years the boarding house was renamed the Mariinsky Gymnasium.

Anthracite* - The best grade of hard coal.

We went into an expensive cafe - as always, I was at the lave.
The necklace was shining on you. The waiter served us Olivier.

And outside the window a snowstorm sweeps - a white beauty.
It's almost midnight and the bar won't close.

The musician plays a hit, I remember the bunks, the camp.
The musician plays a hit, but my soul hurts!

Soon the morning comes, and longing does not recede.
Where is health? Where are the years? Never return them.

And outside the window a snowstorm sweeps - a white beauty.
It's almost midnight and the bar won't close.

And outside the window a snowstorm sweeps - a white beauty.
It's almost midnight and the bar won't close.

And outside the window a snowstorm sweeps - a white beauty.

And outside the window a snowstorm sweeps - a white beauty.
Soon the morning comes, and the grandmother does not end.
But the grandmother does not end, and the grandmother does not end. We stopped in an expensive cafe - as always I was at lave.
Shone on you necklace. The waiter gave us Olivier.

And outside a snowstorm sweeps - white beauty .
Soon midnight comes, and the bar closes.

Musician playing a hit, remember bunks camp.
Musician playing hit and y my soul hurts!

Soon morning comes and the longing does not recede.
Where health? Where is the year? Don't ever get them back.

And outside a snowstorm sweeps - white beauty .
Soon midnight comes, and the bar closes.

And outside a snowstorm sweeps - white beauty .
Soon midnight comes, and the bar closes.

And outside a snowstorm sweeps - white beauty .

And outside a snowstorm sweeps - white beauty .
Soon morning comes, and grandmother did not stop there.
A grandmother is not the end and not the end of the headstock .