December Testo

White powder snow is falling
The wind knocks on the window
I dreamt the rest of my dream
As I touched your cold cheek
Ah, the songs of the birds are happy on a sleepy day
And I held your hand tight, not able to suppress my happiness
I am looking at your straight eyes
I will stroke your hair
We are waiting for spring with our small hands open
Ah, because the morning glow of this flowery city
Tinged our cheeks, we drew our hearts close together
Our feelings ring in the sky, transient, but strong
The miracle becomes a gentle light, and is born
Ah, the songs of the birds are happy on a sleepy day
Ah, in the city where many flowers bloom again