Мело, мело по всей земле
Во все пределы
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.

Как летом роем мошкара
Летит на пламя
Слетались хлопья со двора
К оконной раме.

Метель лепила на стекле
Кружки и стрелы
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.

На озаренной потолок
Ложились тени
Скрещенья рук, скрещенья ног,
Судьбы скрещенья.

И падали два башмачка
Со стуком на пол.
И воск слезами с ночника
На платье капал.

И все терялось в нежной мгле
Седой и белой.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.

На свечку дуло из угла,
И жар соблазна
Вздымал, как ангел, два крыла
Крестообразно.

Мело весь месяц в феврале,
И то и дело
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
Свеча горела…

Blizzards were blowing across the land
In all the
A candle burned on the table,
A candle was burning.

Like a swarm of summer midges
Flies to the flame
The flakes flew from the yard
To the window frame.

The Blizzard sculptured on the glass
Circles and arrows
A candle burned on the table,
A candle was burning.

On the illumined ceiling
Lay the shade
Crossed arms, crossed legs,
A cross of fate.

And fell down two Shoe
With a thud on the floor.
And wax tears with a lamp
The dress was dripping.

And all was lost in a gentle mist
Gray and white.
A candle burned on the table,
A candle was burning.

The candle on the barrel from the corner,
And the heat of temptation
Raised as an angel, two wings
Phillips.

Melo entire month in February
And
A candle burned on the table,
A candle was burning.
A candle burned on the table,
A candle was burning.
A candle was burning...