Текст песни Oh, How Good

Oh, how good the snapping and the crackle Of the frost that daily grows more keen Laden with its dazzling icy roses The white flaming bush is forced to lean The white flaming bush is forced to lean On the snows in all their pomp and splendor There are ski tracks and it seems that they Are a token of those distant ages When we two, together, passed this way When we two, together, passed this way