White-breathed silent people write the History with their hands

Like a return way to my first days, I hurry on the snowy roads

Under the street lights, the snow falls whirling on my cheeks

If I would close my eyes on the past just a moment, I will live stronger in the hard times

 

Someday I want to go with you when the snow will pile up

The whiteness of the town where I'm born, I want to show you also

Since I want to see you again, I'm in love, so much so that I think only of you

The cold nights, in my heart's bottom, I still can hear the bell's sound

 

I raise my eyes up to the clouds covering the sky, I notice the fast of the flow of time

Nobody embraces my sadness, where is the station I was attached to ?  

He shines on my life's slope, I'm going to meet my youth's phantom

Rather than being nostalgic and telling me as only word "I'm fine", he put me back to the right way

 

I looked far back at my shaking splendidity,

I could expose myself to the icy winds, love since that day can't move anymore

Since I want to see you again, the nights when I can't see you, I'm only thinking of you

In my memories, we leave when we walk our tracks...

 

The white snow carries on falling in my heat's motives, slowly

The white snow is going fierily to carry on falling

On a vicious people's world to forgive them all