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We see it as a narration but in the womb of winter time stands still |
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Nothing echoes and nothing moves |
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With a universal affection |
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The winter takes it all |
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Like a spreading disease |
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Crimson stains conspicuously on the ground |
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Cloaked in pestilence, it bleeds |
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Like a spreading disease |
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A cold winter morning |
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Crystalline rime on the ground |
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White diamonds and pearls |
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And the world opens its eyes |
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A cold winter morning |
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Bright drops dwell on the pane |
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Meet in cold embrace |
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And the world opens its eyes |
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Like the sirens' song, the winter reveals itself |
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As a deadly temptress, fraudulent and haughty |
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Arraying us in its wintry veil |
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Leaving us cold and numb |
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In the womb of winter |
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A cold winter day |
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Bare trees go down on their knees |
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Stroke the soil with their branches |
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The pale sun is crossing the sky |
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A cold winter evening |
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The snow descends from above |
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And drapes the ground in white |
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And the world closes its eyes |
