On the hills, on the lakes, on the ground
Thick grey snow is melting around.
Sleeping trees have forgotten green leaves.
Cold wind forces winter away: ‘Go, please!’
…
The last sunbeams.
The last sunlight.
I lost my dreams
In (the) Polar Night.
I lost my dreams.
I lost my way.
And all sunbeams
Went far away.
2001