The fire bursts in the old hearth,

the wind laughs in the smoky chimneys.

Calmness and silence reign in my quiet nook.

But my soul is restless,

whirlwinds race along the dusty way of my thoughts,

I thirst for wind and storm,

for rain and rainbow,

for spring hurricane from strong feelings.

Sun and clouds play tag

in the frivolous sky of  the quickly change moods.

I open the door with crash

and rush into stormy night.

The blizzard snatches the words,

shedding from my lips,

and arranges with them an own song.

My laughter unites with the breath of the wind

and the blazing fire in my heart

warms me more than the fire in the hearth.

I dance with the snowflakes,

fly with the wings of the laughter,

embrace the storm

and celebrate the simply fact

that I live in this world.