Look, the snow is falling down,
Falling down day and night,
Painting our little town,
Roofs and chimneys painting white.
It's the same for many ages,
Snow is always clean and bright...
I would make some little changes,
I would paint it if I might.
When the snow is falling down,
I prefer to dream and think,
That the flakes are red and brown,
Green and yellow, blue and pink!