In my room, listening to the sound of your voice
I still remember it as a calming noise.
The window wide open
Your words were swept out by the cold wind,
Picture it all: me in your fluffy sweater.
The chocolate steam warms our hands,
Like the fire that used to burn in our hearts.
Winter at last!
Winter at last!
I got my best gift
On my 17th Christmas Eve.
Winter had passed!
Winter had passed!
I keep writing you letters
But the place where I should write the address
Remains untouched.
Now, every Christmas Eve,
I burn them one after the other
At the kitchen sink
Waiting for the milk to boil.