The windy winter on the snowy wings
beside my window whispers and swings.
And the dress of white, deserted and desired,
covers my body sleeping sweet and tired.
I sleep and feel the frosty fingers fell
upon my face like the flying flame. Farewell,
the wanted warmth, the shelter of its trust.
The glory’s gone as days of flowers passed.
Come cover me, another cover, please!
You gently squeeze my heart and deeply fre-e-ze.
You softly breathe in me by chilly words.
Calm down, my heart! Oh no – it hurts, it hurts…