The sun is shining through blue holes
In grey sky on a field of grass,
And leaves are falling 'cause wind blows
Taking off the nature's dress.

Birds are leaving us again
Flying over frozen seas;
The forest's wetting under rain
And winter's risen yet its fist

To break us down;
To set the darkness free again;
To freeze us now;
To give us fistful of a pain.

But where's the ordinary miracle
To save us from the chains of cold?
Ordinary miracle
To shorten nights and heat us all;
Ordinary miracle
To make new perfect sunrise be
The best one in a history
Just for you and just for me.

A sudden thunder wakes at ones
All creatures hiding in deep caves
To see last rays of dying sun;
It will not light again this place.

The cold keeps crawling in the dark
Above the mountains, over trees;
It's speed is high, it spreads so far,
'Cause winter's risen yet its fist.