Oh, this winter will be lasting...
Look across the riverbend:
softly waving golden branches,
fall is coming to its end.

Aspens weep: our fall is dying,
Old Arbat Street is bereaved,
and blue Russia's now crying,
turning into falling leaves.

Wait till spring defeats the snowdrifts -
then the Sun will splash its glow...
Oh, this winter will be lasting...
Dusk and snow... Dusk and snow...