In your crystal cradle The river fell asleep soundly. Lying comfortably in bed Covered with a snowy canvas. A solid wall along the coast, Reeds in furry hats They bent over her, among themselves, Rustle and whisper in silence. Their rustling is heard by her song - A fairy tale at times. She has a wonderful winter dream In it, awakening in the spring. Her rest, so unreliable - Suddenly the wind will blow It will scream like a blizzard - it will alarm, A snowstorm will whirl ...
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