There are millions of red roses on unmade paths
Our magician father frost created such a miracle.
Blizzard in the cold winter, generously summer gave
In January-July warm all of us very surprised.
White snowflakes down, creeping glass river
And bathing in the hot summer, indulges himself Blizzard.
Swept snowstorm with snow-not afraid of heat and thunderstorms
In sight time mixed up the old grandfather frost.