The Winter is Patient, Hiding in Deep Snow

The winter is patient, hiding in deep snow,

Within the blank canvas, the wind starts to sail,

Whoosh, whoosh, flies in the motherland’s bow,

Zephyr’s breath guides bears into a dark narrow,

A winter’s psalm, quiver filled with frozen water nails,

The winter is patient, hiding in deep snow,

An endless invisible oasis masking a lush rich meadow,

Careful now. Her hospitality, too long… You might become pale,

Whoosh, whoosh, flies in the motherland’s bow,

It’s cunning, hiding it all, somewhat like a game show,

The environment is colourless, so it can prevail,

The winter is patient, hiding in deep snow,

Each melody is a fine-tuned arrow,

It has your scent. Inevitably, it will not fail,

Whoosh, whoosh, flies in the motherland’s bow,

At last, it only raids when warmth is their foe,

Walking forever, diminishing your lukewarm trail,

The winter is patient, hiding in deep snow,

Whoosh, whoosh, flies in the motherland’s bow.