Oh! How the snow's been snowing!
My window pane is a garden of frost.
Oh! How the snow's been snowing!
What is the spasm of living
to the painful grief I have, I have!

All the ponds are lying frozen,
Where is my life? My soul is black
And all its hopes are lying frozen;
Where do I go? I'm New Norway
Wherefrom blond skies have gone away.

Cry, birds of February,
Cry at the sinister chill of things.
Cry, birds of February,
Cry my tears and cry my roses
At the branches of the juniper, cry.

Oh! How the snow's been snowing!
My window pane is a garden of frost.
Oh! How the snow's been snowing!
What is the spasm of living
To all the boredom I have, I have!...

Winter Evening, Émile Nelligan