Boris Pasternak - Winter night lyrics

The blizzards covered up the earth And roamed uncurbed The candle burned upon the desk The candle burned As in the summer, moths are drawn Towards the flame The pale snowflakes flown Unto the pane Upon the gla**, bright snowy rings And streaks were churned The candle burned upon the desk The candle burned On the illumined ceiling Shadows swayed A cross of arms, a cross of legs A cross of fate Two boots fell down on the floor With crashing sound And from the crown tears of wax Dripped on the gown And nothing in the snowy haze Could be discerned The candle burned upon the desk The candle burned A gentle draft blew from the corner Flame in temptation, Would raise two wings into a cross As if an angel It snowed a lot all through the month This frequently occurred The candle burned upon the desk The candle burned