When winter comes
I'll be home
I promise myself
Then, I remind the children
Sitting near the fireplace
That papa won't die
He will just be gone for a long time
When summer is gone
Our house will know the sun
And I will see the beauty in your feminine eyes
As the rigid frame shatters everyday
You look into the mirror of everlasting youth
When autumn comes
The leaves will drown in the wind
As will my spirit follow the gust of earthly zephyr
May, my love, our love will turn sepia
As red, rusted and golden leaves that will burst
In hot profusion
When spring comes
We will relive our incomplete love
You will mourn my loss
And I will yours
When winter comes
I'll be home
For now, I have been gone a long time
So, put my children to sleep with a lullaby