Winter, Winter, I dream of summer,
when the lush grasses bloom.
I meet the long-awaited dawn,
listen to how the birds sing merrily.
In a warm blanket, I closed my eyes,
I wish I could visit "Novy Svet" now.
The air is fresh and the water is turquoise,
I dream of a joyful summer.
I wish I could drown in the warm rays,
enjoy the intoxication of mimosa.
To the southern land, at least take a peek,
where blue dragonflies soar.
