Her lover steps in on his fingertips
November, snow caresses this city
Her lover closes her eyes
Snowflakes melting, water runs down
He comes from the night-side
It is winter, snow caresses this city
He brings comfort and tears
It is winter, and outside chestnut is in bloom
She holds him by the hands, tightly
Her lover’s neither man, nor a boy
She loves him with her friendship
There are too much shipwrecks on theirs shores
Her lover has butterflies in his pupils
Spring rushes from his words
Her friend cries blue tears
His name is comfort and turmoil