Remember the river? She will then turn Eyes covered with small leaves Then, without saying a word We walked for a long time No one ask what she came from Finally, only found There is a cute little light Quietly bathing in the river Now, the river is not spent Only one path Very white, like in the big snowball Out of a cotton thread Black tree Winter used to be magic Fixed in the snow Across the water, they did not forget To blame each other Water is still flowing When no one Do not know the song to sing She came from a warm place So afraid of cold She gently air Oh Like frosted glass She wanted to draw pictures I will not draw I will write in the snow Write down everything you want to know Come on, or late Letter will be of the It will just take sensible stolen To the scary bumblebee Then, the honey is gone Left with only a little light