Sitting under white branches,
You can hear the wind blowing,
In blankets of mist shrouded,
See the silent clouds flowing.
See how the fields and
Are bare, extinguished, down below –Winter round you and inside you,
And your heart frozen so.
Suddenly white flakes are
Over you, and
You think it’s the tree sprinklingA snow flurry across you.
But it’s not a snow flurry,
You soon see, with joyful dread,
It’s fragrant Spring
Teasing, veiling you instead.
What sweet, terrible enchantment,
Winter’s changing into May,
Snow is changing into blossom,
Your heart’s in love again.
