You dawned upon us,
like the new sun,
like a new sun.
Your rays they covered all of us,
like those of the sun's.
We felt happy you were here,
and now you're gone, you disappeared.
We raised our hands to the skies,
but you were not there.
Whenever we reached for you,
you took our hands in yours,
but your hands are no longer near.
We shed our tears not out of loss,
but out of fear.
They buried your body under the snow,
and for the first time I knew what it meant,
to be cold.
And when I cried I pictured your face,
but no voice came to mind.
I'm sorry dear friend, where did I go?
I stretch forth my hands into the Heavens,
and found that I am deaf and blind...
to reason, to reason, change and season.