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