And again sad gardens.
And again the last distance.
Above the house hang platoons.
And again fell into sorrow.
And the cold comes in fields.
And the cold is at the Windows.
The whole world was covered with snow.
The whole world sleeps enchanted.
And we all loved snowstorms.
And we ran out into the fields.
And the silvery snow was broken.
And we cry for him....since January.