Māsa [English translation]

I drew winter

I ran out of the colour white

I drew a circle on the wall

It shall now be my sister

I thought, that a flood began

And swept away my home

I ran away from everything

I left nothing there

In the morning someone shall return...

And with beautiful chalks will draw us

The moon shall be bright

We shall run to polish until our sleeves wear through

In the morning my sister shall return

And maybe... so shall I

Many jealous eyes

Live on the globe

My drawn sister

I shall never give away

In the morning someone shall return...

And with beautiful chalks will draw us

The moon shall be bright

We shall run to polish until our sleeves wear through

In the morning my sister shall return

And maybe... so shall I