And now that the cold has returned

Where is my window

From which I used to dominate

The world



My gray, black, azure world

A world without no wars

A world where I could even

Fly



Now I know love doesn't belong to these lands

It flies free above all this

I could see it from behind my window

Bringing me that happiness which the eyes



Where are my seas of South which wet my eyes now

Where is my window now that the cold has returned