We dead who once were a being Now rejoice the Nature's blessing To fall us on our dear friends,dreaming How beautiful is the sky's white bleeding! 2 Yea,sometime in this cold clime We also did merrily smile, But we did not believe in Snow's spell And died soon kissing a flake While was knelling the Death's bell. 3 You too girl who look mystically at the sky, Are too romantic for such a clime The philosophy of the season is no other than death You who like its calmness so Will soon suffocate by a cold brutal breath! 4 Not hearing our bespelled dreary song The young and old will still merrily smile Ho Ho! the spell is too strong You'll join us after a while And we'll all in choir sing: 5 We dead who once were a being Now rejoice the Nature's blessing To fall us on our dead friends,dreaming How beautiful is the sky's white bleeding.