When staunch faces are whipped into sobriety In the November morning's intense and snowy winds
When your tracks in the snow are covered and vanish in a matter of seconds
When you feel ready to pass With feet like blocks of ice and fingers frozen stuck
When the trees start cracking and all life Has frozen to pale, white statues
Then it's winter Winter...
It's black as coal, solid winternight So mighty [or majestic] and gigantic I gaze upwards into the cold, pure behemoth that is the night, and feel a peculiar pride There is nothing to bother or annoy me, no people, no traffic, No stress, Winter, I welcome thee, Each and every warrior of Nordic pride needs thee, You are hailed and welcomed, The forest is rife and covered with snow, So cold and pure, And to wonder into the silence's majestic and respectful Solemnity makes me full of joy
I would like to give this amazing moment a tribute What could possibly be more appropriate right now than to drink pure liquor and slowly walk through the heavy snow Further and further 'til you from alcohol feel exhausted and smouldering hot, to lie down comfortably and slowly fall asleep...