(Music: Martin Schaub & Lars Broman Lyrics: Jenny & Martin Schaub)

When icicles hang by the wall
We let all lovely thoughts
of summer go
We lock up all things bright and green
Not to be seen, surrender to the cold
Long are the shadows
Short is the day
This law we must obey

Oh winter, come with frost
Make us dream of what we´ve lost
We all succumb to winter´s reign
Oh winter, pull us in
Stamp your mark on everything
Let this dance of snow begin
Watch us struggling, do your worst
By April first
the blackbird´s here to sing

So hold your breath
and brace yourself
For winter´s rage
we all have to endure
Down slippery streets
with frozen feet
For this disease
there is no working cure
Long are the shadows
Short is the day
This law we must obey

Oh winter, come with frost…