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.