Lyrics:

Standing waist high in snow, what brought me here I do not know. Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes and their greatest deeds. Satellites move across the sky, and every year they multiply. Father bear is sound asleep and will be so for several weeks. Across the plain I see a figure, every instant growing bigger. Instinct tells me to run away while faith proposes that I wave. He approaches to a rod. I whisper up a prayer to God. The stranger asks me with a grin,