We know soon-winter holiday,
Beauty floats across the sky,
A bright Copper rider is illuminated.
Our city-it is not hurried,
Greatness, why-a lot in it,
Became for week-fussy,
In water-in channels, in dark rivers,
Strips of light, lanterns,
Firecrackers, roar - not a hindrance,
And the city, then prettier,
All people flourish in it,
And the one who frowns is an alien,
We'll get him a mask.
And on the rollers there smile,
And with it-a blush on the cheeks,
And the ice sparkles-a spark unsteady,
The king is on horseback, we are on skates.
Well, who doesn't love this time,
When all believe-in a fairy tale we,
Elegant Christmas trees-circling tribe
In the squares, in houses the lights.
No one thinks-about the sad,
About the end of magic,
And the city - in the delicious colors,
Built - the Ice Palace.....
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