Егор Гайдук - The Winter Wind

I hope, I hope, this life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That does not bite so nigh as benefits for God.
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp as friend remembered not.
The frost don't sting the way it should,
When love turns cold and misunderstood.
I hope, sing I hope, unto the green holly,