In the dire obscurity
Of another dark February,
There lowers a fog of uncertainty
On a thin gasp of wind known only to me
My shivering sigh spreads a shadow
Far and wide
The frigid, leaden sky
Remains immobile, petrified

I attempt to seek out the source
Of this ancient curse by bad-tempered Gods,
Of how the Moon keeps on its course
Without being stopped by the cries of dogs

Oh my love, I am freezing
In my marble dressing gown
Cold, the oldest season,
Hold me when the sun goes down

As this hesitant haze, it deepens,
Under a blanket of doubt, I've been sleeping.
Here, our deterioration begins,
Where the tears that are wept are kept
For safe-keeping

They say it will come to an end
Then all things will begin again
In this eggshell atmosphere, which is so very thin,
20 thousand million copper needles begin vibrating

My frigidity has been eclipsed
By the severity of my blue trembling lips
Although I locked my heart at dusk,
I will open it again when the light comes in

Oh my love, I am freezing
In my marble dressing gown
Cold, the oldest season,
Hold me when the sun goes down


Oh my love, I am freezing
In my marble dressing gown
Cold, the oldest season,
Hold me when the sun goes down