Waiting for the sun to rise in a wintry foggy morning,
A cock unknown to all raises the head,
Trying to speak the first morning sound to the air;
The world lives by the blanket today avoiding the chilly shivers.
When the dews of the grasses will glisten,
The night will be forgotten of this invisible shower;
There will be a dawn of light awaiting the roads,
The men and women will then leave in the woollens to perform daily chores.
Verbs will be less when the chill starts acting,
Quilts will help in completing the breakfasting.
Children will be happy to go to school,
Neighbours will find time again to follow the neighbouring rule.
World will enjoy the nights once again,
Sipping into the glasses will warm them up again…