«Don't torment me with coldness and stiffness / And don't ask me my age and so on. / I have serious falling sickness / With my soul like a yellow bone. / / Years ago I wasn't the same as / I am now. I was dreamy and all / I imagined that I would be famous / Very wealthy and favoured...»
«Snowdrift, piled up, is now brittle and callous, / Cold is the moon that shines from the height. / Now I am back at my dear old house, / And through the blizzard I see the light. / / Well, we are homeless but we do not suffer. / I laud what I've got, without complain. / Here I am bac...»
«The snow is whirling lively and strong, / A three horse sleigh is dashing along. / / Some young ones are in the sleigh. Oh Boy! / Where is my happiness? Where is my joy? / / All has slipped by through the storm in this way, — / Dashing like mad in a three horse sleigh.»
«Blue is the night, and the moon is glancing, / There was a time, I was young and handsome. / / So irretrievable and so persistent / All has gone by...all is past ...and distant... / / Cold is my heart and so dim is my sight... / Blue is my happiness! Moonlit the night!»