Black snow is falling down, so cold, so cold...
Born of Kings and golden crowns I'm told, I'm told
Cast a spell on my wintered mind
Unsolved riddles I can't unwind

You took the sun away,
made flowers grey,
my brown eyes red,
I won't forget - your heart,
working for everyone,
for free for fun
I guess your work is done...

Here's to you, my dear friend, a song, sad song...
Strains to thyme finds no end, so right, so long...
All I say isn't all I mean...
Words of comfort and broken dreams...

You stole the sun away,
made flowers grey,
my brown eyes red,
I won't forget - your heart,
working for everyone
for free, for fun.
I hope your work is done...

Never breakdown,
'cause life goes on...

(c) Ronny Mosuse