I stood trembling in cold winter wind,
With canopy of twinkling stars stretched overhead,
In pale light that waning moon sheds,
Afraid of the dreams i had weaved,
Of the wishes that in my bossom heave,
To ride the distant frothy seas,
To catch the time that slyly flees,
To kiss a sweetheart who on distant
shores of longing and yearning, lives,
To catch, to seize,
The happiness with which life everyday tease,
To find the contentment, the fulfillment,
For nothing else but,
For the cold wind that caresses my face,
The simple dreams that i chase,
And for my humble place,
In this eternal time and space.