Winter Wonderland

I admire the snow mountains,

where my heart skips a beat,

And the valley is as quiet as a mirror

of beautiful, beautiful glass.


I wake up and look outside,

There are no birds and its foggy,

I am now dressed in a tight jacket,

of dark red.


When I walk in the white forest,

My feet on the snow are bare,

Cold winds kiss my cheeks, eyes closed,

there are no foxes in this forest.


At night I open my single malt,

And stand on the cliff, looking at valley,

And i toast to this beautiful night sky,

looking at the northern lights.


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