We took the little train in snow
with our retinue, feeling joy.
It winds along the white slopes
on a very gloomy Sunday.
It climbs,
it goes up
to challenge the sky,
way up there
towards the slopes
capped by the sun.
Out the window, you see the snow shine
and the snow is soft.
We put all the skis in the back.
We can go crazy.
Our cries
awaken
all the travelers.
I am cold
in my ears
but I am warm
in the heart.
Returning, the little train in snow
leads us back home.
My head nestles on your shoulder,
my cheek brushes your cheek.
Each of us recounts
the adventures
of the day.
We brag,
we go head-to-head
with our flights
of fancy.
But soon the stars come out
one by one in the heavens.
It will be good next to a blazing fire
to be together, the two of us.
The train stops—
we rush off into the night
but we all regret
that it is over so soon—
this trip to paradise.