Amid dancing snow flakes -
dazzling white,
amid dancing stars,
we are dancing all night
to the sounds of jazz.

Frantic lights of the stars
drive us mad -
senses are in a mess:
what is it - truth or dream,
what is it - life or death?

If it's only a dream,
why'd I feel
your hot breath mixed with mine?
if it's true - could we still
heat of hearts with snow wine?