White delicate petals of snow
Dancing in the air
Falling with grace
And swirling
Not worrying about themselves
What will become tomorrow
           What will be, when they fall on the ground
Don’t know, my dear
Tomorrow ?
Don’t know, what will be today
What does it mean:  tomorrow?
Please don’t ask me what I‘ll do!
I am dancing in the air
With joy and smile on my face
My little brother wind
is asking me
to dance
Oh!
What a charmant elegant
He’s so joyful and spontaneous ,
forgetful and sincere at once …
My little brother wind whirling with me up and down and around
Oh!
don’t ask me about tomorrow
I don’t know, realy, what it means
Oh!
tomorrow may never come, you know?
or maybe it never was , my dear...
Oh!
what a elegant dancer,
what a charmant chevalier!
My little  brother wind is not asking
if we will live,
tomorrow.