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