Storm sky mist conceals, Swirls of snow twisting; That,is like a beast howl, That,cry like a child. On the roof of a dilapidated, Suddenly a rustle in a straw, That way the traveler belated, To us in the window a knocked.
Our dilapidated howel, And the sad and dark, What are you,my old lady, I fell silent at the window? Or howling the storm You a my friend,tired, Or doze under the hum His spindle?
Drink good friend Poor of my youth Drink with grief,where is the cup? Heart will be happier. Sing me a song,like a bird Quiet living overseas, Sing me a song,Like virgin During the mourning the water was.
Storm sky mist conceals, Swirls of snow twisting, That,is like beast the howl, That,cry like a child. Drink good friend Poor of my youth Drink the grief,where is a cup? Hearts will be happier.