• What graceful snow,
    pure and white,
    never touched,
    coming from the heavens at night.

    Like angel tears,
    through all their might,
    they still cry,
    those angel of light.

    Cry for winter has come again,
    birds no longer take flight,
    tears shed for the animals that fled,
    and their tears freeze at night.

    Spring comes,
    those angels cry rid of fright,
    they cry from joy.

    Birds once again take flight,
    the animals return more than before,
    and angel tears fall once more in the night.