Russian windows

Outside my window there are blizzards
The third day is already buzzing.
The waxwings have arrived.
Rowan berries are ringing

We cry quietly in the frost.
And I will look out the window.
Everything is white, which means
That winter has come long ago.

Waxwing birds are a miracle!
The whole mountain ash will be pecked.
I won't feel sorry for her.
Let them make a nest for themselves.

I will listen to bird songs
I am a pipe-pipe.
And knocks on the door in winter
Suddenly, a cheerful, ringing Lel.