Love will come with gentle snow,
It will lie in empty streets.
It will never let you go,
It’ll sink you and defeat...
Maybe you will got to know,
How to get those wings to fly
Like the flakes of fluffy snow,
Falling down from the sky.
In the spring a rapid flow
Will wash off the mud from grounds,
Taking off that dirty snow,
Filling air with motley sounds.
Through the nature’s shiny glow
Perhaps you will find one day -
Love is gone with melted snow.
There’s nothing more to say.