Like a pattern on a window.
The past is near again.
Someone sang a song to me.
One winter night long ago.
As if coming alive in the past,
The warmth of someone's gentle arms.
The waltz of exquisite guests,
And strong horses running,

The waltz spun and carried me,
As if it's tale of me.
The first ball and the first waltz.
Resound in me right now.
Mirrors in amber.
Reflect my delight.

Someone sang at dawnbreak,
Leaving her cherished home
You will be, in December.
Again with me, darling.

(yeah my russian isn't amazing and the semi translated video was crap)