I’m tired at daytime;
Blinding lights are hurting my eyes,
Honking cars are hurting my ears,
Man-made objects are all around,
Masses of people are bustling about,
And I can’t shut them out.
When snow falls from heaven,
It’s white in the sky
But grey in the streets,
‘Cause too many feet and too many tires
Are crushing its crystals,
Destroying their beauty.
When darkness is settling over the town,
It blurs the shapes
And smooths the edges.
When night-time arrives
And the world falls asleep,
I open my eyes and come to life.
Then snow is still falling from heaven,
Now both white in the sky
And white on the streets.
It’s wrapping the town like a blanket,
Holding the site in its cold embrace
And hiding all scars under crystalline covers.
When far and wide no one’s to see,
I’m heading out.
My muffled steps the only sound;
I’m turning right and taking the road
Out of town.
I’m leaving behind the last houses
And all around there’s only fields and trees.
The light of the streetlamps is fading,
But moon and stars are smiling down at Earth.
I’m bathing in their gentle, golden glow
And catching snowflakes on my tongue.
Smiling back at them,
I feel for once at home.