Snow fell on the hills
Cold wind, wounding cold
Snow fell on the early salt
My love left me early
It hurts me and it will (continue) to hurt me
Spring is far away
When life is played
what you want at the wrong time
In your heart she let you go
Now I must go on without you
It hurts me and it will hurt me
Spring is far away
Chorus x2
Pick up, my favorite
Don't wait for spring
nor for a shorter time
or a longer time
Write, think about it
About the hills my mature one
Say it, show me,
if you ever loved me
like I loved you...
If you didn't love me
Then now the winter wouldn't have hurt you
But you wouldn't move
You are my sun, you always have been
It hurts, and it will hurt me
But spring will come.
Chorus x2