See the flowers in the distance Between the cold grey stones Facing the white mountain slopes of chapel in the valley Love, please close the door A cold wind moans and chases the clouds Carrying along their snow But you closed the door There's a fire burning for us To keep us warm and safe for tonight Hear the sounds and melodies of rilets flowing down They're the everlasting songs whispering all the time As a warning that behind some rocks There's a rigid gap even reads fear the tread