Frost, my dear frost
Please, do not freeze me,
Please, do not freeze me
And my horse, you see.
Don't freeze my horse, 'cause his mane is white.
I have got a wife, one so jealous wife.
I have got a wife, one so pretty wife.
She's awaiting me, what a mournful life.
I'll return to home, when the sun goes down.
I'll embrace my wife, water horse at once.
Frost, my dear frost
© Copyright: Олег Трутнев, 2007
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