Stagecoach - Christmas
Oh , winter, good,
And the soul sings .
And blizzard sweeps ,
For a summons .
And calling there
Where native fields .
Where native land ,
And my land .
Snow and blizzards ,
Ice race.
Skis and sledges,
Hats with earflaps .
Snowmen ,
Yes pit potholes .
Russian winter
To what are beautiful.
And when you get bored ,
That did not sit idle .
We rush into the street ,
Soon to squint .
Snow sparkling ,
White , fluffy .
Radiant sun ,
Winter , pure .
Snow and blizzards ,
Ice race.
Skis and sledges,
Hats with earflaps .
Snowmen ,
Yes pit potholes .
Russian winter
To what are beautiful.
Well, here's the New Year,
He comes to us already .
He hastens to us, friends,
We live without it is impossible.
This jokes and laughter ,
It is a joy for all .
So let's not be sad ,
Begin to sing along with us !
Snow and blizzards ,
Ice race.
Skis and sledges,
Hats with earflaps .
Snowmen ,
Yes pit potholes .
Russian winter
To what are beautiful.
Snow and blizzards ,
Ice race.
Skis and sledges,
Hats with earflaps .
Snowmen ,
Yes pit potholes .
Russian winter
To what are beautiful.