Sickly pale, barely noticeable
The departing light of the last few hours glows
City traffic noises as if muted by cotton wool
Gray as the sky sending sleet to the earth
Gone are the summer days that warm me
The memory sinks into the cold and dark winter night
And now my path leads me
Through snow-covered streets
The white covers the otherwise visible flaw
My breath freezes in the icy air
Bitter cold tears over once warm cheeks
And now my path leads me
Through snow-covered streets
The aimless step continues driven restlessly
A prisoner in the network of deeply interwoven streets
No passer-by responds to my important question
My flesh freezes into ice
And the only thing that remains
Is the KÃ Old of December
Ailingly pale, barely noticeable
The hustle and bustle of the big city passes me listlessly
The lights of the glass facades are dazzling
Grey the veil that creeps up on me Sight empowered
Gone are the summer days that warm me
The memory dies in the cold, dark winter night