115 acessos
Sobre o frio ponte de pedra cinzenta
Se situava o velho homem no seu roupão cinzento
Abrindo seu carvalho barris
Verter-los ao rio
Então começou a verter
Luz congelada
Embaixo nevando
Levemente foi enfraquecendo
Cinzentas são as cortinas
Longas eram as margens
Do cinza e verde mares
Era final
On the cold bridge of grey stones
Stood the old man in his grey robe
Opening his oak barrels
Pouring them to the river
So began the pouring
Light frozen
Down snowing
Light was weakening
Grey was the curtain
Wide were the shores
Of the grey and green seas
It was final