Snowstorm Call

The wind bends the pines
Till the wet ground
Our Springs
Are buried in it.

Black branches are singing as arrows above my head
Birds that are flying far away, are calling us for the long journey with them
How many roads are crossed on my grey way
So don't search for me, don't wait for me and don't call me anymore.

The woods will cast a shadow on the ground
Of a naked black thicket
The new day isn't coming
For the fallen in battle.

The winds rolled the Sun down from the hill
Enfolded by snow
Silvery canopies of grove and woods
Are standing between us.

Wings of a slowly howling snowstorm
Will flap above my head
Like snowflakes that protect a path
Calling me with voices.

And don't call for me
By whispering under our memories
And don't search for me
With a scream in heart and sorrow
And don't tarry for me
With the faithfulness of birds
Names of the warriors
Are now becoming a tale.