It is winter the frozy days have come
The sun the moon the mountains are covered with white frost
The cold gentle breeze blows against my body
Again and again I will have my strength back
I shall touch the clouds shall fly in the sky
Morning dews will walk on the grass
The world will look white as far as we can see
It will go down again in rest as it is winter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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