Wind, wind, o snowy wind..., by Don Mager Wind, wind, o snowy wind, /
My bygone life I see again. /
I’d like to be a boy as blond /
And fair as the flowers at the field’s rim.
From myse...
Winds, winds, o winter winds..., by Anton Yakovlev Winds, winds, o winter winds, /
Envelop my past life with snow. /
I want to be a bright lad /
Or a flower from in-between fields.
To the sound ...
