Winter has come,
The cold came,
More and more darkness in winter.
And only in the spring the Sun pleases the eye.
Rooks and starlings are flying,
And only the crows are not welcome in the spring,
Because South do not fly in winter,
And sit at home all winter fierce
And flying without force at the time Golden.
Were cold, spring was coming.
All nature blooms,
Increasingly worried the heat,
After all, the summer time will come soon.