Winter and storm, 
Stones in flocks,
Slowly the life 
Passes on the rocks.
Passes on the rocks,
Rocking away,
Breaking our hearts,
Like waves in the bay
Winds are unfaithful,
Cruel is the sea,
All will be taken,
So let it be.
Church bells" and storm bells" 
Mournful growl,
Gray is the colour,
Free is the soul.