Winter without

Winter is going away so softly
And sometimes it seems already springtime
Violets appear near the last snow
Every time I scent them I think of you
Walking along the woods and the fields
It’s still the closer thing to me to eternity

A winter without the cold 
A winter that found me alone 
My hands again in the druidry 
It’s where I was born and I will be 

The rain is the only song 
That teaches to pray and to love 
So I learn my notes just hearing to 
The falling of the drops on the wood 

Clouds and sun in this part of the year
They stop once to compete, they become friends
In the wood I connect with myself
The realest part of me and with the land
Sacred stones have the opportunity
To show the human beings their power

A winter without the cold 
A winter that found me alone 
My hands again in the druidry 
It’s where I was born and I will be 

The rain is the only song 
That teaches to pray and to love 
So I learn my notes just hearing to 
The falling of the drops on the wood