December's cold seeps through heavy windows
And the breath of the hearth cannot help you
Under this roof a different wind blows
You try to seek for cover, but there is none

The season calls for the father's brew
The spices take you back where the berries grew
Under the sunny night sky

It is dark outside and the air fills with snow
You count again how many days till the spring is here

The season calls for the father's brew
The spices take you back where the berries grew
Under the sunny night sky

Under the sunny night sky
The forest never sleeps
It exhales and every living thing
Is filled up with the essence
Of old