Crowcloud کے بول

[Varjúfelhõ] A season - in the most simple colours Birds - reigning on it They blacken the sky as a sign Singing a song bringing with themselves An element - the water appeared as icemail Snow - blanket of lands, hider of fields Follows and covers me Oozes away at the beginning of spring Wings - countless on the white plough-land Taking flight when it's time to travel again Up into the arms of the air Into it's throwing and mighty advantures Crowcloud - bringing the winter away Nests - where they shall live again in winter They are gone A new season to be started By the lifenature