The old world fell silent,
Slows down time running.
The snow is falling.
Whispers something to the fleeing passers-by,
From earth to heaven, purity.
On earth - vanity.
Suddenly snowflake-heaven perfection
It came down on your hand.
Not touch.
Give your hand to the wind
Let it fly away,
Melts...
In a snow waltz through a sleeping city
Smiling is a man.
The snow is falling.