This snow will thaw away, invisible it will disappear
In the invisible abysses of the years yet to come.
Only from a paintings drawn by a memory
Naively will lure us painted snowflakes.
Maybe this is the magic which
Stays under the sky after every short lasting snow.
Your white sigh will fly over the snowdrifts.
It will warm some drifter and you will be shivering in your shawl.
I will be shivering as well with eyes blind for you.
My white sigh will warm someone else's hands.
Maybe this is the magic which
Stays under the sky after every short lasting snow.
This snow will thaw away, invisible it will disappear
In the invisible abysses of the years yet to come.
Only from a paintings drawn by a memory
Naively will lure us painted snowflakes.
Maybe this is the magic which
Stays under the sky after every short lasting snow.