It is enough to see a snowflake,And quickly wrap a scarf around your neck,To hold a warm cup in your handSitting by the window drinking coffee.
To have your sweetheart sitting across from youLooking so sweet and playfulTo see in her that very same whiteness,That the snow brings so beautifully to the window.
To reach out sweetly to caress herTo hold her in your lap and squeeze her hand,To kiss her deeply and delight in herWhat a resemblance she bears to the snow
The only difference between the twoAnd I cannot accept this novelty,How wonderful it would be if the snow tooI could hold tight against my chest.
