You guess they are far away
Wrapped by mist
And suffering the onslaught of cold
Bringing vileny and cupidity
The wind brings the sound of
The horns
You close your eyes
Your brothers will be there
As winter has hunted autumn
You will push back these invaders
As winter followed autumn
Their gods will follow them
Spring will come
That will nourish from their bodies
Finally useful, drawing from it
All its strength
When summer comes
Nature will regain its rights
Recovering their idols and use it
As a pedestal to exacerbate
Its beauty
Then the squalls of autumn
Will sweep everything
Blending in your breath
Enjoying its color
And then winter
Winter
The cold wind bites your face
A smile appears on your lips
A last breath, a last breath of wind
Before opening your eyes
Here are your brothers
And here is all their rage
Farewell prophets
Farewell to conquest
Here is winter and its bites
Here is winter
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