Да будет снег! Let It Snow — Frank Sinatra

The weather outside is frightful But that fire is ummm… Delightful Since we’ve no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It doesn’t show signs of stopping And I’ve brought lots of corn for popping The lights are way down low So let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally say goodnight How I’ll hate goin’ out in the storm But if you’ll only hold me tight All the way home I’ll be warm