Никого не будет в доме [Nikogo ne budet v dome] [English translation]

No one would be in the house,

But the twilight. Only

Winter's day in a gap

Of undrawn curtains.

Only swift and fluffy gleam

Of white wet lumps,

Only roofs, snow, and,

Besides roofs and snow - no one.

Once again the fern-frost patterns,

Once again I'm swept away

By last year's gloom

And another winter's matters.

Once again they sting

With unabsolved guilt,

And along its grille the window

Is in firewood famine's grip1.

Suddenly, a quiver of doubt

Will run over a portiere -

Measuring the silence with your footsteps

You will enter like a destiny.

You will appear in the doorway,

In something white, without whims,

In something of those fabrics

Of which snowflakes are sewn.

1. There is not enough firewood to heat the house, and the window gets covered by frost

• Artist:Sergey Nikitin
• Album:Ирония судьбы, или с легким паром: саундтрек. (CD)