В декабре, в декабре Все деревья в серебре....

In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
Frost paved over night
Updated skates, skids,
He brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
Christmas tree cried first
From home heat.
In the morning I stopped crying
Breathed, revived.
Her little needles tremble
The lights were lit on the branches.
Like a ladder, a Christmas tree
The lights run up.
Gold crackers shine,
I lit a silver star
Running to the top
The most daring light.
A year has passed, like yesterday.
Over Moscow at this hour
Beat the clock of the Kremlin tower
His salute - twelve times.

Samuel Marshak