All years and epochs
Every living being strives to warmness
So why these birds fly to the North
While birds should fly to the South?

They do not need fame or lordliness
Soon they overfly the border of ice
And they will find a kind of bird happiness
As a reward for the bold flight

Why hadn’t we live and sleep well
Why have we left our flats
We haven’t seen shine yet
It occurs not often

Silence... only the gulls are like lightning
We feed them with the emptiness from our hands
But for our silence we’ll be rewarded
With the sound

For a long time all our dreams are white
All other colors are covered with snow
It’s all so bright that we’ve become blind
But we’ll recover our sights with the first glance of the black Earth

Our silence will pass
Our weakness will dissolve like a shadow
And we’ll got the reward for all the nights in despair
It will be the eternal polar day

North, freedom, country without borders
Snow without mud - like a long life without any lie
Crows won’t eat our eyes from pits
Cause there are no crows

Those who haven’t believed in bad prophesies
Who haven’t lain on the snow to have a rest
They will be rewarded for the loneliness
They will meet someone