Behold! I bring you the best of the tidings of my joy;
Snow flakes, snow flakes, my winter man is here! !
And like Paul's own mission to the North,
But, this gift of love is from the White Mountain.
Behold! I bring your the best of the tidings of my joy;
Because, the stat is shining from the east and,
I have my love on you.
Hold, behold!
With the atmosphere as dear as a picture;
Lakes, flakes!
With the muse of your love as white as the snow;
But, i am now going out with the skyline of love.
You are the dream of my lifetime! !
So, do not go away too soon; oh! my winter man;
Preaching along with the sweet muse of love,
With beautiful creatures along the land to see!
But, the rain and snow do fall on me like a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem