Cold breath against the window.
I took the drops in my hands,
let them dance for a while
and give them away for tomorrow.
Look out of the drops
grew wondrous pictures,
jumped thousands of paintings,
were multiple forms.
Everything silent became mirthful,
but is hiding from the eyes,
walked outside but nobody finds it,
is rised in the heart.

The translation of the 4th and 5th song as PDF.

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