I have seen the clouds like beasts of sharpen teeth,
killing all the flowers, silent all the trees,
but now the winter's over, nothing can go bad.
Here comes the sun, so don't be sad.

I have seen your smile turn into the grays and your yellow eyes turning off again.
I have feel your hand frozen into mine,
but now the sun's awake and it will warm your life.

We could dance and sing among the chains of poppies,
little colors flowers that winter never kill.
We could be so happy if you resist the froze.
I wish you'd be a poppie that winter cannot kill.