Biel [English translation]

It’s the whiteness which is perhaps the most beautiful hue,

When from under the Moon’s eyelashes, at night,

Streams on the meadows the first snow,

Before the needles’ coat will feel the hoarfrost,

Before the daybreak hears the sledge’s bells,

And finds the first footstep.

Look upon the whiteness, the unlimited whiteness,

Its might, its gleam will whisper to you

That the whiteness is a God, limitless, timeless,

Adore it, because it exists,

Because you exist (x2)

If the one I am waiting for

Does come now- what should I do?

This morning the garden is covered by snow,

So beautiful without the footsteps.