Frost reigns over the land,
all is ice to the touch.
Only in my dream, I can hear eavesdrop sing.
It snows all day,
making a wall of snow,
behind which April abides.
But he’ll arrive here bringing a spring
and dissipating the army of grey clouds.
And as we all look into his eyes,
a kind of longing will meet our gaze.
Doors will open and people will say,
Have a seat, take the load off your feet.
And as we all look into his eyes,
we’ll see there - sunlight.
The wounds are countless,
every step feels hard,
but a star burns in his chest.
April will die,
but will be reborn
to stay with us, eternally.
He’ll arrive here bringing a spring
and dissipating the army of grey clouds.
And as we all look into his eyes,
a kind of longing will meet our gaze.
Doors will open and people will say,
Have a seat, take the load off your feet.
And as we all look into his eyes,
we’ll see there - sunlight.