winter is coming again,
illuminates the lights of the sky,
wraps into its shroud and
burns the skin with its coldness;
smiles with wise winds
winter, which is more gentle
than summer could ever be;
winter sighs a story
that is now without storyteller
refrain:
and I go to sleep and I wish
that I will never again wake up
into an excruciating springday (2x)
shape slumbers again
in its soft clothes;
no need to wait,
to take a part, or to do one's bit.
if a spring flows quietly
in coldness, in brightness,
under the strange stars
singing about its miseries
refrain 2x
"I will come before the nightfall
I'll light a stove and
I'll lay around the floors,
sitting and staring at the winter roads"