Snow, vergin snow,                                               
Will calm down my heart,                                      
With rivers in lace                                                 
Cover path in the dark.                                           
Snowy surface                                                      
Is perfectly clean,                                                              
Is it shade in the haze                                                               
Or spirit of wind?        

Gloomy hush has embraced me                          
And the forest is breathing.                                    
you are walking through trees here,                     
Looking for coolness                                            
Please, do listen silent                                         
Voice of suffering ghost blind                                      
Forget everything,                                                              
And stay here, be mine, please, be mine!   
             
And the desolate world                                           
is trying to balance,                                                   
every step, every word -                                          
bring a remembrance,                                             
When you picked up for me                                 
From land of ice dreams                                      
Blossoms drawn by chills,                                              
Then forgotten in tears.                  

All that happened that day                                   
Was erased by windstorm.                                
Through the night and slight pain,                     
So I'm crying in hurt tone.                                  
Every word is for you                                              
Don't ask  me what am I.                                    
Forget everything,                                                           
And stay here, be mine, please, be mine!       
                     [bad word] in my kingdom,                                  
Let's dance then, my darling.                                   
Mysterious dream,                                             
Kept by snowy branches,                                
Is depicting the views                                                           
Of miracle places.                                           
When you give me your mind                          
Frost will take off my jesses.