Again the cold fills The world with its breath And leaves the windows Covered in subtle frost All around is silent No humming of bees heard Only the wolves echo the snowstorm Under the polar star Magic of the living nature Stellar bodies calling skyward Voice of thunder and flashing lightning This is the essence of life The rustling of trees, the whisper of herbs The dance of birds between the branches And amongst the blossoming fields The laughter of spring fairies is heard Golden veil Has fallen onto the fields Nourishing the wheat The earth shares it The forest garmented in dark-red Prepared for winter The crimson sunset flashed And disappeared in cold haze