Wind, fog and snow.
We - along in this house.
Be not afraid of knock in a window to me,
It is a north wind, we are at it's palms.
But a north wind - my friend,
It stores everything that concealed.
It will make so,
That the sky will be free from clouds
There will ascend a star
Adelaide.
In mind the movement of lips,
Touching hands at own.
I heard that time erases all this.
You hear heart knock is a plait have found a stone.
Also neither grieves, or harms,
Neither bitterness, no insulted.
There is only a north wind,
And it will wake me from endless dream
There will ascend a star
Adelaide.