The snow queen,
Like the paradise of the rainbow;
With colours,
To the Palace!
As the sun rises;
Love in the air! !
As the day moves along.
Sunset and stapel,
Beyond Mount Antero;
Gold, sold!
To hold on to the facts of the truth.
Escapade!
With an old man in view;
To behold the best side of nature,
Coming along,
With gesture in the house.
Galore! ! !
Between seasons;
With the structures ahead,
Seen with the eyes of love.
The Snow Queen,
In white to respect the season;
With the beauty of life,
And, he fragrance of nature.
Cold, told!
With the works of life seen around;
As the old man came in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem