A storm is raging

Snow is piling up

Outside this cabin

Surrounded by the woods

The walls are shaking

And windows rattling

Tremors not reaching

The long frozen heart

Abstract paintings - Just patterns in mold

Lavish carpets - Rotting seeds of my hopes

Trapped inside - not by the storm

Gazing only at this deadly flask

Trapped inside - not by the storm

Gazing only into this deadly glass

Distilled memories

Sweet fragrance of what could have been

Shrouded within

The present remains unseen

La Dernière Tempête

The storm is passing by over my head

And flying at its side the souls of the dead

Thеir inviting chants sing to my ear

Soon I will be gone far from hеre