She, she’s straight out of a watercolour
With her old fashioned lace
She, she is beautiful as a ‘Stations of the Cross’ 1
She, the children call her Chandelle
Because she trembles with every step
But the prisoner is me
If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I
Winter is made for us to hold each other close
And to hold each other silently
If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I
Chandelle I am the first who calls her
The first to open my arms to her
As if at home she didn’t exist
And from her, I receive news
Carried by the birds that she sends me
“I’m far away but don’t worry yourself’
If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I
Winter is made for us to hold each other close
And to hold each other silently
If she’s afraid, if she’s cold, so am I
But every one of her silences is deadly
Every one of her words carries you to the sky
Hey, from however far away you are
Stop if you hear me
You who run to make your body transparent
You who cries that life takes all your time
Hey, from however far away you are
Stop if you hear me
Chandelle, this is my song for you
My song for you
Chandelle, it’s always Christmas eve
When she returns to my side
And I’m not even sure that night fell
Between yesterday and today
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stations_of_the_Cross