It snowed and snowed throughout the land,
A ceaseless snowing.
On the table, a candle burned;
A flame was glowing.
Like a swarm of gnats in summer
That flock to a light,
Snowflakes flew to the windowpane,
Afloat in the night.
The storm drew arrows on the glass
And circles, growing.
On the table, a candle burned;
A flame was glowing.
Up on the ceiling, shadows stirred,
Vivid and fleeting,
But where hands met and then legs met
Two fates were meeting.
And, knocked to the floor with a thud,
Two shoes came to rest;
And wax fell as lightly as tears
On folds of a dress.
All disappeared in snowy haze,
Blinding and blowing;
On the table, a candle burned;
A flame was glowing.
The candle shook in a draft, caught
In the chill one brings;
Temptation's heat, like an angel,
Raised its cross-shaped wings.
All February long it snowed,
And time and again
On the table, a candle burned;
A flame was glowing.
Мело, мело по всей земле
Во все пределы.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
Как летом роем мошкара
Летит на пламя,
Слетались хлопья со двора
К оконной раме.
Метель лепила на стекле
Кружки и стрелы.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
На озаренный потолок
Ложились тени,
Скрещенья рук, скрещенья ног,
Судьбы скрещенья.
И падали два башмачка
Со стуком на пол,
И воск слезами с ночника
На платье капал.
И все терялось в снежной мгле
Седой и белой.
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.
На свечку дуло из угла,
И жар соблазна
Вздымал, как ангел, два крыла
Крестообразно.
Мело весь месяц в феврале,
И то и дело
Свеча горела на столе,
Свеча горела.