Blizzard roars and snow fells,
But through the wind noise distant ringing
Sometimes prorvavshisya buzzing;
The echo of the funeral.
The sound of the grave above ground,
dead news, a living reproach,
Flower passe coffin,
Which does not captivates the eye.
It scares the heart sound
And he proclaims to us
The end of a brief earthly torment,
But most new first hour ...