The cold wind coaxes your skin It sings a nice melody That says "it's going to be I warn you darling : Really cold, really cold!"
Le vent sussure à tes oreilles Des notes annonçant une litanie cruelle "il va faire froid, il va faire froid Je te préviens ma belle!"
The cold wind is wearing a cloudy scarf Keep hearing, be brave! Its nice swinging melody It's going to snow! it's going to rain!
Le vent d'hiver porte son nuageuse écharpe Il annonçe la fin de l'étè Ses cantiques vont t'envoûter! Il pleut! il neige Ses mains glissent sur sa blanche harpe!
Its hands slides slowly along its harp It is wearing its white coat And it sings along, no argue! So happy to settle in your town
Son manteau de plumes de cygne Va s'épancher Dans les rues, dans la ville Un oreiller moelleux va se déposer à tes pieds ma tendre amie! Si léger si majestueux It's going to snow! It's going to rain!
