Nieve

Don't sing, brother, don't sing
For Moscow is covered in snow
And the wolves howl with hunger
Don't sing that Olga won't return
Even though the Sun shines again
Even though the snow keeps falling

Heading to Siberia tomorrow
The caravan will depart
Who knows if the Sun
Will want to light our march of horror!
While in Moscow
My Olga may have given herself to another love
Don't sing, brother
Don't sing, for God's sake!

United by cruel chains
Across the steppe a thousand leagues we'll go
Walking towards Siberia
Don't sing, for the frost is harsh
Moscow is already covered in snow
And the snow has reached my soul
Moscow is already covered in snow
And the snow has reached my soul

Heading to Siberia tomorrow
The caravan will depart
Who knows if the Sun
Will want to light our march of horror!
While in Moscow
My Olga may have given herself to another love
Don't sing, brother
Don't sing, for God's sake!
My Olga! Olga, Olga, my Olga!