The winter cold won't set -

The door to the house is closed.

Milk, cinnamon, honey, the petals of rose -

Her coffee is sweet after roast,

Her coffee for those, whom she met...

The young god is sleeping in the crib -

The night is calm and moonless...

Sit at the window, dear Goddess,

And gently touch the strings of harp

As if the branch is touched by falling star...

They will respond, just touch -

Warming the month of She-Wolf,

Your melody is raising high above the roof,

Awakening the living rule,

The Universe is quietly swaying...

The song is gently sung to the end -

Song of the seasons: winter, spring and summer

The gift of love to hearts is to discover,

The rhythm of purifying rain - the drummer

Is coming to the land...

The winds of February are prickling.

Only a candle shining in the window,

The ancient clock is quietly ticking

The Earth is breathing the new air...

Dreaming of a new spring is fair...

Foreseeing miracles...