Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin - Winter Journey lyrics

Down through shivering fog, the moon now Makes its way across the night, Soaking melancholy meadows In a melancholy light. Down the road through dismal winter, My quick carriage carries on And the sleigh-bell's tuneless tinkle Is a numbing monotone. Notes familiar in the music Of the coachman's winding song Go from debonair carousal To lamenting lovers' wrong. Neither hut nor glowing window. Snow and wasteland now. My eye Merely marks the ciphered mileposts Coming close and going by. Snow and wasteland. But tomorrow Darling Nina, I'll return To your hearth and face, forgoing All my thought to gaze and yearn. Though the clock's unhurried finger Strike its circle out anew Sending home the tardy stranger, Midnight shall not part us two. But for now the road is dreary. Sleep has hushed the coachman's tune. Tedious, too, the tuneless sleigh-bell. Fog is masking out the moon.