Clouds sink on the mountain peaks
Fir trees caressed by wafts of mist
Whispers from a past dream
Whispers through my hibernating sleep
Realize the crisp in the air
A sigh scatters through the forest disappears
The transience of every single day
That moment of a last embrace
Here we stand again
On our own
Crack in the ground
Time to let go
Salvation within
The unknown
And you breathe out and you breathe in
Dawn is already lingering
And the snow is just about to come
Yeah, the snow is just about to come
Yeah, the snow