Out of white snowdrifts
The giant fir-trees
On their fluffy branches
Carry dark blue hoarfrost

They conceal inside them
mystery
Majestic silence
In a winter wood, winter wood

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If I could, I wood live
In a winter wood, winter wood

But the silence of the fir-trees
Is deceptive
Passions invisible to the profane
Are seething there

There are strange creatures,
Fairies and elves
That enact a fairy tale
In a winter wood, winter wood.