Snowstorm, as old plate gets
And from & nbsp; music & nbsp; sad & nbsp; no & nbsp; sleep,
It is as if someone is walking along the street,;
It was as if someone was standing at the window.
Regret & nbsp; torments & nbsp; all & nbsp; stronger,
But & nbsp; anxious & nbsp; & nbsp; reflections & nbsp; & nbsp; I & nbsp;tear.
In the morning I slam the door loudly,
Slowly I will walk through the yard.
If so & nbsp; gather would with force
And to know the grace of the frontier,
As if I were a convict and an exile,
As if & nbsp; a bird flutters & nbsp; soul....