How many verses
Have I written for you
How many skies
Have I hidden for you
Covered in bites
remorses for you
Almost wind
Invented by you
Waiting for the snow
When Christmas comes, and again
Covering the houses
And all the ugly things, again, now
How many dreams
Have I dreamt for us
How many holes
Have I emptied for us
My brothers of snow
Now Christmas is coming again
Where are we going and who are we
Where are you and what are you doing then, and now?
No more, baby no more
No more, with me
Love, baby love
Love, for you
I’m waiting for the snow
Like grasshoppers and cicadas, again
I’m waiting for the snow
To cover the ugly things, now
Unknown lands and my
Unknown life are, again
Now, let’s play tombola
Do you want to?