A distant winter in realm of snow
Where waves are frozen on shores
In sleeping thickets, chained by dream
Whose branches hoar covered with silver
In frost crashing, taiga is groan
Then for a long time the snows did not come off
Up to forty below zero
The earth are frozen, cooled down, chilled
The harsh winter in these lands
In Siberian woods, Altaic steppes
On the rivers, the mountains, the lakes, the fields
Thе ravines, the plains, the woods and thе hills
Everywhere was held and left his mark
The fierce frost all dressed in silver
He was sever, crackling, adamant
Like a absolute nature power
Faceless, invisible, everyplace, everywhere
By rim of the branches, the ice thickness on the water
By creaking and groaning, crashing and howling
In taiga thickets, he don't know the rest
By winterbreath, palm and retribution
Merged with the wind and nightmare snowstorm
All Siberia essence, representing itself
In madness dance, by a distant winter...