The cruel winter

O winter! You seem to me a hunter and to you, I am a helpless prey I hide myself in the leaves of a tree But autumn takes the leaves away from me Will you not let me live? As I am so sinful to you That you will not me forgive Let me breathe, I beg you I want to see the coming summer That will sweat me like a drummer I want to play the drum of my life Through all this winter's night If I can beat it with the arms That are broken and harmed I'll play it to my last minute Untill I am finished.