The trees are covered with snow
White magic on their branches,
The earth is thrilling and a crow
Is singing its own feeling.

One snake in immortality
Is biting cruel the ground,
Under the snow and near by
My sacred, dead, sweet child.
It’s winter time, the sky is grey
And ice is everywhere,
Deep in my bones is also cold
And sins are in my heart…

Please fly away with me
My sacred dead sweet child!
Let’s build another world:
You should be king…
You will be god!

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