We could have saved one euro, but saved only 50 cent...

Summer of every top of the hill,
beautiful days, bright nights,
it is what we dream about...
On a winter morning.


Love's old song
light of the white-clad plains.
Thurs ski goes hand in hand
over the white plains.


Only let the song be gray,
while old ski wax struggling.
Everyday tasks
struggling too, while I through
velvet waves glide !


Dare I believe in you my troll of a woman?
If such a treasure I do not own,
control my reality ?
But steer my skies, you can not...
Damned 'I dare believe !
Before you come alive only in:
Bright nights and captures young fools.
Love's old song sounds over the white tracks...