Against winter, nobody should preach
The icy cold,the wind and then the sleet
The seed must die before the growth can start
The simple garden has so much to teach.
In this way, we too repair our hearts.
The inner meetings of the soul and flesh.
Oh, winter
At the start the psyche is made flesh
The soul descends according to god’s wish
The mother’s arms create an inner nest
And thus the entire psyche is possessed
After penance comes the little fast.
Thus we have the love eternal blessed
Oh,summer
How my heart sings 