EN
Snow has settled in your hair, my dear,
but I feel,
that within you still lies that young girl,
whom I once knew,
and whom I remember today.
It is still you.
I love you.
And there is a place in my heart,
where I go on rainy days,
and in solitude I take refuge,
in the murky mists,
and in them I seek solace.
There, beyond the deep forests,
the mists dissolve,
and in the crystal-clear waters
reflected here
is the azure blue sky,
meadows teeming with birds and insects,
and groves through which a gentle breeze
flows through like a comb
in the hair of a beautiful girl,
who, like a gem—
—reflected in tears
falling far away,
and from afar,
dissolving into silence.
