Sixteen young friends tying up loose ends, drawing a line in the snow Badges of red decorate them, one left standing on his own Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Running so fast, no way to outlast, the flying missiles made of snow 15 to 1, nowhere to run, (?) Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Covered in snow, nowhere to go, a battle he lost 25 to 1 Frozen in place, a shrine of this place, (?) Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba-ba