Lyrics:

Winter
(to die in the mountains of bükk)
(lyrics: Ferenc Mocsnik)

It was a foggy, dark twilight,
The gray blur of beautiful winter

Extended his majestic power
I smell its clean scent&

The fresh snow is slowly covering
The footprints of those who walk
Front of me, they dissappear, as i do,
In the destructive storm of dark times&

Trees dressed in black, creep into the distant twilight,
In the mirror of my eyes,
Like the devil himself have mixed mass from the ground
And the darkening night&

The sharp cold grasp my body,
It takes me further into the inviting frosty gloom

The mountains of bükk spun my rocky cradle,
And now his gray breath is my coffin

I leave no trace in the snow anymore,
The last water drops, frozen into stars,
Scattered into my face
By winter &