Black winter night In the frozen soil grip We stuck where the dead dance And stare at each other And stare at the night sparks As all is done in wrong way We say words in vain
II
My own domain and my own dream My shroud ruffles, fights with the wind I stare no more at the stone over me, I look through the thoughts I disclaimed and hid. Black winter night in the frozen soil grip, Not stucking I dance, fight with the wind.