Dmitri Hvorostovsky. Metelita: Down The Street A Winter Windstorm’s Drifting Snow

Russian romance by Alexander Varlamov on the verses of Dmitry Glebov, known since the 1840s Vdol’ po ulitse metelitsa metet) (English translation) Russian Folk (Русская народная музыка) Down the street a winter windstorm’s drifting snow, Right behind the storm my darling walks in tow: Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure, My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you! Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure, My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you! On your beauty, on your pleasing lovely looks, Or on your white face, your eyes that give me hooks. Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure, My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you! Wait a little bit, my sweetheart, my allure, My joy, let me slowly feast my eyes on you! Your good looks have driven me a bit insane, Withered handsome lad with grief he can’t sustain. Wait a little bi