Now when the snowy grass is quiet
And the memory is stony I close my eyes
And curse that promise
When I told that I’m not gonna be angry
Difficult to breath, there is only so little left
To warm when I continue life
How could I get my head up again
When I don’t even dare to go to sleep
But days are getting longer
I’m spreading ash to the snow so that the rays wouldn’t reflect away
I order spring to come so that new could grow
When the waters break free and the nights fade
The memory will become more beautiful and I understand
When the door is opened the old one is closed
So that the winds wouldn’t strike, draught wouldn’t take with it
Because days are getting longer
I’m spreading ash to the snow so that new could grow
I’m spreading ash on the snow
I order spring to come