The bitter coldness

That bites the warm days away

Oh what coldness, what despair

The heart commands its blood army,

Away from the hands to the core,

Of the body

The bitter coldness

That turns his hands white and blue

Oh what coldness, what despair

The mind curses the winter

And retreats the hands into safely

Into some gloves…

The bitter coldness

That burns the inner cores of the soul

Oh what coldness, what despair

What evil, what wickedness!

That burns the foundations

Of the soul

Escape from the bitter coldness

That freezes time and space

Oh what coldness, what despair

Does it have on these hands

Run to safety if you dare yourselves

To run from the bitter coldness…