With friendship take this message I send you through the night,
The hour when got crazy and when it stopped the counting.
A swarm of butterflies I had snowed up on my shoulder
And there was no inside and was also no outside.

I by retail was crying the words foreign to me
A loneliness flood hiding inside a nook of life,
From time to time was sighing the desert paths of ice.
The winter I was crying, the cold that starts to be.

With friendship take this message I send you from the Pole,
May that arrive to you like a mild and silent kissing
Of flowers falling slowly from trees, forever missing
Some butterflies attempting to get by flight your soul.