Snow-covered cliff

Winter came, covered with snow,
Siberian depression expanse.
Decorating the forests, hiding the rivers,
showing the most beautiful carpet.

Walking wind, licking infusions,
pumping dead grass.
Clear contrasts are noticeable,
among the untamed taiga.

The gray-haired cliff fell asleep under the snow
the slopes whiten in silence.
Only pines, under a playful wind,
they whisper about something, as if to me.