St? in the middle of the fence.
Snow, snow crystals.
Slowly from the sky,
They dot down.
They dot down.
Everything becomes so? quiet.
Snow, snow?crystals.
Everything has changed.
Everything smells of peace.
It smells of peace.
Everything that was sad and wet, all this old.
Asphalt and dark, and all that is gray.
Can't see anymore, because the snow is home.
Covered us white and warmed us well.< br/>Quiet, completely quiet.
Snow crystals.
Pieces of the sky, down in our garden.
Down in our garden.
The night can come nigh.
Snow, snow crystals.
Our garden whispers:
N? is the winter her.

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