Through the window he watched the snowflakes fall
Wrapping a blanket of white across fields of green
And though he couldn't move at all
He thought the sight was so serene
He remembers snowball fights and icy chills
The trips to skate on frozen lakes
And now he smiles through all his ills
And thinks of barbecues and cakes
He stretches to observe the people at the park
And watches as the children have such fun
And when he's had enough and it gets dark
The fever that he feels says that he's done
So, as he falls asleep for the last time
And memories fill the void, as he lets go
He knows that he's no longer in his prime
And the cold embraces him, as does the snow
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I would like to translate this poem