В доме, где живёт моя печаль (v dome, gde zhivyot moya pechal')

I'll tell you so many things
Embracing the past
In a pale, lonely heart
Feelings half-real

I ask myself questions
Evening on the Feast of the Intercession
I remember a special day
In a house without a clock

In the house where my sorrow lives
The night is covered with white, white-bodied snow
A hundred wolf cubs cry in the starry sky
Our house is empty, as if it had turned gray

My happiness is locked
On my lips, a seal
Call, I'm ready
The day flies by in five

Write a poem with a hint
Share your melancholy
Where love lives without windows
In a house by the river

In the house where my sorrow lives
The night is covered with white, white-bodied snow
A hundred wolf cubs cry in the starry sky
Our house is empty, as if it had turned gray