Soon will come the winter-time
And hands of clocks all froze.
Everything is calming down,
Bowing down its force...
My thoughts are pacified and light
And I can hear each silent pace
Of dark solitude"s cold bride
Full of royalty and grace...
Soon will come the winter-time
And waters" breath all froze,
Only Moon through terms divine
Will slide down the vapid shores...
She will lull and bury down
You in endless dreams
Underneath her snowhite gown
And sable starless wings...
But white is a colour of void,
White is a sign of wealth,
White is a colour of cold,
White is a sign of death.