"I see through my window the Winter is here,
No birds singing, the cold is hard.
Who knows what´s hidden under the snow,
Who knows what´s forgotten under the snow,
- I´ve already forgot...?
But we all know that hope is there, yes it is.
Not hidden under the snow, oh now, we remember
So well how it feels when Spring has sprung,
We joy with the birds, we joy the time that makes us
All feel good, we joy to the reunion with what makes
Life worth living, new birth to the nature."

Annette, January 17, 2004