Winters Melody 3

Slow dark clouds rage,

grey and soft;

black ravens turn their circles,

they move over black knotty trees in white desire

and shades of smoke, above the roofs.

White, white the forests glow in a midnight moonlit gleam -

enchanted stars; no need to know where the silver blessing streams...

Withered leaves, whirled by windy hands, spin around over cold snowcovered fields;

so fair...

And truly the precious splendour of starlets lings to find all love and peace...

White, white the forests glow in a midnight moonlit gleam;

enchanted stars; no nees to know where the silver blessing streams...