Translation of the poem by Anatoly Kostetsky

Thin, merry snowflakes

Sit down on me, playing,

For sure snow takes

Me for a fir tree plain.



The snowflakes don’t see —

Thin giggles right from heaven,

That I am — not a tree,

But I am just — girl Helen!




Оригинал http://stihi.ru/2012/12/12/6586