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 againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
