Let cold, even covered with snow winter, come spring will be cold
the snow melts, the earth will bloom.
And will play the streams, melt water chase boats somewhere in the distance.
And I was in love with your eyes, and your eyes color Ossetia.

There beyond the seas, beyond high mountains is a beautiful region,
where lives Pauline, my love.
There for extreme steppes beyond the fields where tulips are blooming steppe.
Where I was waiting for Pauline, my love.

You are my happiness by the name Pauline, you are my sun that shines in me.
You’re gentle like water, you’re warm like fire, and love by the name of Pauline.