Blizzard
(from Bogdanovich, from Belarusian)
Here is wind in tambourines roofs knocking,
Rattles on them, sings, rings…
And the song pours more and more powerfully –
Pan Podvey is celebrating the wedding.
And the wind in the tambourines of the roofs knocks,
Rattles on them, sings, rings…
Snow wine boiled,
And light foam rushes it.
And the wind in the tambourines of the roofs knocks,
Rattles on them, sings, rings…
In the back streets – wild hops,
And, drunk, the snowstorm is buzzing.
And the wind in the tambourines of the roofs knocks,
Rattles on them, sings, rings…