In the depths of winter, in cold and snow,
The dense winter army falls hard.
Everything is covered with ice,
no matter how much it hides.
Every house and every wall,
created by man, of such a short duration.
Now sink into the eternal splendor,
the old winter is coming - with all its power!
No one heard on the meadows,
gave hearing to the seeing old man.
So the ice suddenly closed,
bedded in the frost to their final rest.
Pale lips, rigid faces ,
Only the bright lights of the north
Everything is lost,
frozen in the deep ice.
Winter takes its toll,
A mass grave of snow and ice,
/>It is the cold death in white,
the wind whispers it quite quietly.
Solid into sculptures, bizarre work made of ice,
now cold, what once was hot.
In the depths of winter, in cold and snow,
when every lake is frozen.
No one hears the quiet whining anymore,
everyone who perishes: every man and every woman ,
no matter how gray her hair is,
No matter how much she has ever achieved, everything is swallowed up by frost,
It freezes as a cold statue,
some bodies wait forever.
/>Insignificant and so small,
Human existence now seems.
Statues in the eternal ice,
The wind whispers it completely!
Stiff, bitter cold, death and Frost.
The ice age has begun,
An end means a new beginning:
The eternal circle - a new time is beginning!

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