I have a glance on the pages of the past
and I remember one cold winter
When we walk hand in hand together
and with the snow I wrote your name
White snows again ???
Wind in the mountains prepare a storm
People happy in the street smile
but your hands are not in mine.
Spring is gone early
with perfumes of the first violet
XXX within mine
and I remember more of your crying face
I go through the street and I imagine myself
while the wind blows (??) in the branches
where are you now that you don’t mind (???? )
and that an other one warms your hands