Rising sun above the trees Everything seems so pretty – but not to me Sky turns blue as darkness disappears Clouds wander with no destiny Lost your identity like a birch losing it's leaves Seek for this spruce fire Which will never lose it's needles Even in the coldest winter it stands with pride Carrying the misery of mankind Desire for landscapes of snow and ice That is the way you see your paradise Embittered soul, no love at all Emotions frozen by the everlasting winter breeze Drinking from the chalice Filled with decoction of herbs Becoming one with nature You can hear the wind whisper This winter will last forever