In Winter Testo

in winter, in winter
the poets speak of rain
but I sing of thee:
snow, there is nothing warmer
as though the clouds were unraveling
or the stars dropping from the sky
snow: everywhere, carefully descending
so white, so cold, so beautiful
in winter, in winter
the snow offers his coat
under a night of blue, purple, and black
pearls fall on an ivory landscape
under other skies
in winter, in winter
the snow floats in the open air
and hangs like a curtain
at night, the moon rises
and all is revealed
bathed in a silver mist
bathed in mystery
in winter, in winter
the poets speak of rain
but I sing of thee...
snow, there is nothing warmer
as though the clouds were unraveling
or the stars dropping from the sky
snow: everywhere, carefully descending
so white, so cold, so beautiful
snow, in winter, at night