Forgotten for a long time many white winters,
After all, snow is like a gift from heaven.
And it was not the Ural capricious our climate,
It is a lot of miracles.
And in the waltz of snowflakes quiet tenderness
On the waiting earth in a hurry.
I stand and admire the white snow,
I enjoy it with all my heart.
And the air is saturated with freshness to the edge,
I breathe-I will breathe it fully,
And children's joy is naively simple
It'll take me like a wave.