Мело, мело по всей земле, во все пределы Свеча горела на столе, свеча горела Как летом роем мошкара летит на пламя Слетались хлопья со двора к оконной раме.
Метель лепила на стекле кружки и стрелы Свеча горела на столе, свеча горела, свеча горела.
На озаренный потолок ложились тени Скрещения рук, скрещения ног, судьбы скрещения И падали два башмачка со стуком, на пол И воск, слезами, с ночника на платье капал, на платье капал.
И все терялось в снежной мгле седой и белой Свеча горела на столе, свеча горела.
Мело весь месяц в феврале и то и дело Свеча горела на столе, свеча горела, свеча горела, свеча горела, свеча горела. Melo, swept across the earth, in all limits The candle burned on the table, the candle burned As the summer swarm of midges flies on the flame Flakes flew from the yard to the window frame.
Blizzard sculpted on glass mugs and arrows The candle was burning on the table, the candle was burning, the candle was burning.
Shadows laid on the lighted ceiling Crossing hands, crossing legs, the fate of crossing And two shoes fell with a thud on the floor And wax, tears, dripped from the lamp on the dress, dripped on the dress.
And everything was lost in the snowy haze of gray and white The candle burned on the table, the candle burned.
Melo all month in February and now and then The candle burned on the table, the candle burned, the candle burned, the candle burned, the candle burned.