Where the autumn
Crossed beyond,
There's the winter
With its sound.

And into the foggy holt
There's the earth waiting for long
And the cloudy charged sky
Broke the air and started cry.

And he doesn't water anymore
With liquid drops coming across.
Then the speed started to slow
And from now we see the snow.

Dancing sluggish in the air
Charging up the atmosphere
We can see billions of white
Pleasing up our little sight.

And into the covered ground
Against the cold, against the sound
There are flowers tilted down
Waiting for winter's uncrown.

And the earth itself it's cold
And the pale sun it seems too bald,
Without it's rays of warming season's cold,
So the light falls in season's tomb.

And in spite of all their harm
And the world's falling down,
All those flakes are still in air
Coming down at the first tier.

So the view of ruthless snow
It's the hell of artic glow
And instead of melting ice
There's the whiteness of boundless size.