Do not let the fire go out,
poor heart, imagine a moment
that love knocks and if it is cold—
if the fire is out, he will leave again.
When the winter settles in, I am afraid.
My heart, if you knew,
it puts forests to sleep,
it destroys flowers.
Do not let the fire go out,
poor heart, imagine a moment
that love knocks and if it is cold—
if the fire is out, he will not enter.
Winter is ruthless
when it kills birds.
It freezes streams,
it makes the earth as hard as stone.
Do not let the fire go out,
poor heart, imagine a moment
that love knocks and if it is cold—
if the fire is out, he will leave again.
And alone and lost in the winter,
what will become of love?
Love dies sometimes
from a look a little too cold
or from a kiss without warmth.
You see, you owe my heart nothing.
Let the fire go out.