Поет зима -аукает... -пер. С. Есенина

The winter is singing, calling:"Au!"
To a shaggy wood is playing a lullaby
With a hundred of rings of pines.
And with a melancholy sad
The clouds fly to distant land,
Grey-haired, high above.

A blizzard's racing through the court,
As a carpet silk - is creeping on,
But so cold it is.
The sparrows are fussy all,
But as the child-orphans, though,
Are nestling to the window.

And getting frosen and hungry,
And tired, they are sitting rather
In try to press to each one.
And snowstorm with roaring
To windows is knocking,
More evil goes, meanwhile.

And gentle birds are dozing
Under the woe of the snow whirls
Beside the window's frame.
They are dreaming deep in their mind
About the beauty Spring so bright,
So warm in the sunny day.