The snowflakes are slowly spinning
Outside my frozen little window
Compelling my attention all evening,
Making me shiver with cold.
The snowflakes, covering the ground,
Make me lose the last ray of hope,
Looking like a large snow-white shroud,
They near the death of my soul.
The snowflakes, icy little monsters,
Implacably freezing my mind;
I hear their ominous laughter
That turns my tears into ice.
