Fog raises on white fields
Like a cypress in a graveyard
A bell tower, that looks unreal
Marks the border between earth and sky
Yet you, the one who go, please remain
You'll see, the snow will go tomorrow
Old joys shall bloom again
with the warm wind of a new summer
Even light seems to die
in the uncertain shadow of a becoming
where even dawn becoms sunset
and faces looks like wax skulls
Yet you, the one who go, please remain
even the snow will die tomorrow
Love again shell pass close by
in hawtorn season
weary earth under the snow
silently sleeps an heavvy rest
winter gather his hard work
of a thousand centuries, from an ancient dawn
Yet you, the one who reamins, why do you stay?
another winter will come back tomorrow
more snow will fall to confort fields
more snow will fall on graveyards