Chestnuts that softly pop in the dark

Fog that dances on the old avenue

I am the woman who waits for warmth

hands on the fire, memories rising

the street is soft, covered in milk

the moon is laughing, hidden in the mist

I breathe slowly, I warm my heart

You stay with me, among these embers

while the fog becomes our home

the world is silent, time moves slowly

in the sweet smoke of this evening

Your words taste just like chestnuts

your eyes light up like the embers

in the damp cold I hold you close

You stay with me, among these embers

while the fog becomes our home

the world is silent, time moves slowly

in the sweet smoke of this evening

The last shells fall down in silence

I close my eyes, the night can sleep