Vetrarsól کے بول

All that is, burns, turns From the hard weathers of the world A colony of vultures Devours men's hearts in such times But one winter sun I know That gives shelter to my heart Without you, everything is like glass And the future in cold flames Tell me, how you'd like To meet me for a parley Then a glow into my cave Would shine so fair One maiden, this poor fellow Longs to feel arms embracing Though my ships, never again Sail, I´ll never regret For now will a glow Ever so fair, light my cave