Óne-legged frosted proud pines
Watch us mute and stately.
The snowy road sadly whines
It's cold and dull and straightly.

People wrapped in sheepskin coats
stingiiy're warming their seats.
Lips are hiding in white clouds.
No warmth and no heart beats.

Words and thoughts are freezing cold,
Into small ice crystals converge..
It's especially cold, cold, cold
For a naked shivering birch.