Снег! Снег! Снег! Засыпает... Снег! Снег! Снег! Засыпает... The late leaves whisper something as they fall, The old wind is looking for its place for the night. This almost always happens The world seems to be falling asleep! The first snow is falling...
The trees were yellow, the grass was red, The air is blue, the man is colorful, But with an inept movement The whole world is painted white This very first snow.