Wind, fog and snow.
We're alone in this house.
Dont be afraid of the knock in the window - It's for me,
It's the northern wind,
We're in his hands.
But northern wind - my friend,
He keeps all that is hidden.
He's make it so,
That the sky will be clear of the clouds
There, where the star Adelaide will rise.
I remember the movement of the lips,
The touch of hands.
I heard that the time erases everything.
You hear the heart beat -
It's the scythe hit the stone.
And there's no sadness or anger,
No sorrow, no upsets.
There's only the northern wind,
And he will wake me there,
Where the star Adelaide will rise.
Hi! This is a VERY-VERY rough translation.