In the cold embrace of Russian nights,
Where the snow whispers tales of yore,
Two hearts find warmth, a beacon bright,
Amidst the frost, they yearn for more.

Beneath the stars of Moscow skies,
Love blooms like roses in the snow,
A silent vow, a soft surprise,
In frozen lands, their passions grow.

Through endless forests, white and grand,
Their souls entwine like birch and pine,
With every step, hand in hand,
They write a love that’s pure, divine.

In every glance, a silent song,
A melody of hope and grace,
For in the heart, where love belongs,
They find their peace, their sacred place.