The road is cold and snowy,
lights disappeared under the night’s supremacy.  
The dead silence deafens my ears
like the sound of trumpets on doom’s day.
The darkness blinds my eyes
as the deepest moment of the winter night.

Oh, a shadow —  
Someone walking on the road
with thoughtful and sad mood,
sloping shoulder, fallen head,
broken spirit and shaking feet.

If that is me let me go towards you
If that is you please come soon, my friend!

-Farida