When the storm outside is frightful,
when the snow covers the forests,
I will run to you into warm.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Read me the poems at the fireplace,
while the flame quietly goes out.
And what does it matter,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
R: You kiss me at the farewell,
I know you do not want to go to the snowdrifts.
You cannot win over the snowstorm,
so come back and stay with me.
And the snowing does not stop,
for us it seems a good news.
So let us drape into the quilts,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.