Now comes the night

When the hour is upon us,

And everything is standing still.

When the ruction has all but ended,

And the wind finally locates its mill.

 

When the sun starts to rise,

Deciding its return is overdue.

When its journey is at its end,

But the day is yet unspoiled and new.

 

When the first flake of snow appears,

And the air is crisp and clear.

When the flickering flames calm down,

Then you know peace is near.

 

When the frost has ingested the ground,

And the sky reflects a winterly pale light.

When the sun is neither present nor away,

Then you know you’re facing the night.