A black veil spreads in the sky,
bright little eyes look happy.
Among the mountains rises an icy moon,
showing his face radiant.

In the cold breath of wind,
the whisper of trees flowing,
which greet the grand lady of the dark.
Slow, the snow falls,
dressing with the color of the stars the world.
And all the shining with moonlight,
while the icy flakes swirling in the sky,
like soap bubbles in the air.

Silver butterflies flying in the dark,
drawing a trail of white light.
But one is lost.
Among the needles of a pine tree
a spider weaves its web,
where the snow crystals appear bright diamonds.
The butterfly flies, flies,
but remains enchanted by shiny prison.

Oh liar moon,
why have led to evil paths
a spirit of flowers?
She moves,
does not want to be alone,
wants to be free.
And the spider drops on the white girl,
concluding this dance of death.

All becomes foggy, everything is lost,
in the smoke of the mysteries of winter.
Instead the moon looks away,
the world that slowly escapes her gaze.