Forest and glades, no one is around. 
A snow-storm is crying and groaning,
It feels as in the gloom of the night
The Evil One is burying someone;
Hush, it is so! In the darkness
Death is hugging and caressing an old man, 
With the drunkard She is dancing a trepak, 
While singing a song into his ear:
"Oh, my little wretched man,
Got drunk, stumbled along the road, 
But the witch-blizzard has risen furiously, 
And driven you from the glade into the dense forest.
Tortured with anguish and need, 
Lie down, curl up and fall asleep, my dear!
I'll warm you up with snow, my darling, 
And stir up a great game around you.
Shake up the bed, you blizzard-swan!
Hey, get going, start chanting, you weather
A fairytale, that could last all night, 
So that the drunkard could fall asleep soundly!
Hey you, forests, skies and clouds, 
Gloom, wind and fleeting snow, 
Wreathe into a shroud, snowy and fluffy;
With it I'll cover our old man, like a baby...
Sleep, my little friend, happy wretch, 
The summer has come and blossomed!
Above the fields the sun is laughing and sickles roam, 
The song hovers around; the doves are flying about..."