Frozen and trembling in the icy snow,

In the severe blast of the horrible wind,

As we run, we constantly stamp our feet,

And our teeth chatter in the cold.

To spend happy and quiet days near the fire,

While, outside, the rain soaks hundreds.

We walk on the ice with slow steps,

And tread carefully, for fear of falling.

Symphony, If we go quickly, we slip and fall to the ground.

Again we run on the ice,

Until it cracks and opens.

We hear, from closed doors,

Sirocco, Boreas, and all the winds in battle.

This is winter, but it brings joy.