Paws fir covered with snow,
Frosty white shawl thrown over,
What do they dream about? What are the signs?
Summer fragrant, warm SIP?
Or the sound of the first April drop?
Grass in the dew or oak on the mountain?
Or do they dream of whirling snowstorms
Golden red leaves in September?
Or timid may thunderstorms?
The smell of lilac blossoms in the garden?
Or birches white sweet tears?
The voice of a cuckoo in someone's trouble?
Snow covered, snow warmed,
Ate green, in the sky rays,
They dream of songs sung in summer,
With all the winds in the dead of night.