In your crystal cradle
The river fell asleep soundly.
Lying comfortably in bed
Covered with a snowy canvas.
A solid wall along the coast,
Reeds in furry hats
They bent over her, among themselves,
Rustle and whisper in silence.
Their rustling is heard by her song -
A fairy tale at times.
She has a wonderful winter dream
In it, awakening in the spring.
Her rest, so unreliable -
Suddenly the wind will blow
It will scream like a blizzard - it will alarm,
A snowstorm will whirl ...