For winter so much I wait
Siting each day by the gate.
With each moment it's getting colder
And night's growing all so much longer.

A cold lovely rain comes
Happens it every now and then
Shortly in snow it transforms
Now, the only question is "when?"

And I'm avare of it, and  I'm so glad
Therefore I just cannot fill bad
Waiting for winter, my queen to come
In my happiness I'm second to none

The palace of dreams,
there is a garden full of streams.
Where you can hear songs 'bout liberty
And poets speak of infinity.
In deeper rooms you will find secret galleries
And hallways are filled with novels and diaries .
And there we all, artists, live, as it's our kingdom
We all, courageous dreamers, our works about freedom.
So come to us with not a single regret, overground.
Let your talent shine really bright, with us, mates, all around.