Before I let you read,
Picture yourself in the Arctic,
Where you hear a music play.
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Where the city of ice,
In the northern wind
There's someone sitting alone.
Please greet him up bold,
For his place belongs in the cold.

When we all have slept tightly,
Afraid to move apart,
The wind howls far in the distance...
And where the skies fall snow,
For his place is a funeral in the cold.

We are the land of white,
In this trapped frozen land.
Because the moon only shines here,
It's face only gleams and glows
For his death is being reflected cold.

On the thin icy glaciers,
Where the penguins play,
The water smiles and shimmers.
And the wind shall blow
For his place is isolated cold.

You'll arrive shortly here tonight,
When you fall asleep on a cold night.
Then you see someone sitting alone.
Please greet him up bold,
For his place belongs in the cold.