There's a lodge on the hill
and it's buried in snow
it's a home to awake
it's a home for lost souls
where a family's born
at an opulent meal
halved oranges glow
the pomegranates reveal
a cluster of crimsons
a still life come true
nothing that we are lacking
nothing that we could lose
And exstatic laughter is filling the air
a baroque celebration
under gold chandeliers
Stars enlighten the passage in the night
where the moon is radiating
everything will ignite
like the fireworks guiding us in a new year
the corona in colours so bright in the sphere -
delirious dancing beyond the dimensions
a festive sensation of our existence.
