Covered the alley with snow

Covered the alley with snow
do not get through, do not pass.
No walking, no fast running.
Without a shovel, there is no way.

There is no snow somewhere.
In hot Africa, in the Crimea.
And in Siberia everyone knows
there is a lot of snow why.

Snow is not rain, its reserves
lie everywhere until spring.
And to end them, at once,
not given to you nor to me.