V tot zymnyi den,
Zemlya bila v ob'yat'yach,
S uma soshedshych ot lyubvy nebes, metel mela,
Kak – budto v belich plat'yach,
Po horodu shly tisyachy nevest.

A horod zyl razlukamy y vstrechamy,
Y prazdnovaly lyudy Rozdestvo,
A mne tak zarko
Bilo zymnym vecherom
Ot poceluya tvoeho.

Pryspiv:
Zymnyi poceluy,
Obzyhayushchyi hubi,
Zymnyi poceluy,
Moe serdce pronzal.

Skolko raz potom,
Celovat' druhuyu,
Tot zymnyi poceluy
Pochemu-to meshal.

V tot zymnyi den y ptyci, y derev'ya,
Torzestvenno vstrechaly choloda,
Reka bila, kak spyashchaya carevna,
Pod chrustalem sverkayushcheho lda.

Y zvezdi skvoz' nevydymie slezi,
Na nas hlyadely, ne smikaya hlaz,
A mi s toboy stoyaly na moroze,
Y celovalys' budto v perviy raz.