Evil Time
Now we are silent
And sing no songs any more,
Our pace goes heavy;
This is the night, that was bound to come.
Give me your hand,
Perhaps we have a long way to go.
It's snowing, it's snowing.
Winter is a hard thing in a strange country.
Where is the time
When a light, a hearth burned for us?
Give me your hand!
pERHAPS WE STILL HAVE A LONG WAY TO GO.
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