Vertaal NL

The snow covered in pink-red leafs
Under a tree where a boy sits down
On his shoulders appear not one but two
Angels, one red and one white

‘WHO is it? WHO is it that we have here?’
The snow mirrors the sun in his eyes
And the leafs start to weave through
The face of the boy, dark and lights

Inside his head, the voices spread
Towards the angels of life and death
Red! Red! Red! calls the devil
White! White! White! yearns

The opponent of life’s angel
valling for grief and sorrow,
Not the one, not that one
At least not, for the one