Vinteren Er Her - Jacob Young, Linn Skåber, Александр Рыбак

Stå midt i gården.

Snø, snøkrystaller.

Sakte fra himmelen,

prikker de ned.

De prikker ned.

Alt blir så stille.

Snø, snøkrystaller.

Alt er forandret.

Alt lukter fred.

Det lukter fred.

Alt som var trist og vått, alt dette gamle.

Asfallt og mørke, og alt som er grått.

Syns ikke mer, for snøen er hjemme.

Dekkes oss hvite og varmet oss godt.

Stille, helt stille.

Snøkrystaller.

Biter av himmelen, ned i vår gård.

Ned i vår gård.

Natten kan komme nå.

Snø, snøkrystaller.

Gården vår hvisker:

«Nå er vinteren her».

Stand in the middle of the yard.

Snow, snow crystals.

Slowly from heaven,

they dot down.

They dot down.

Everything becomes so quiet.

Snow, snow crystals.

Everything has changed.

Everything smells like peace.

It smells like peace.

Everything that was sad and wet, all this old.

Asphalt and darkness, and all that is gray.

Can't be seen anymore, because the snow is at home.

Covered us white and warmed us well.

Quiet, completely quiet.

Snow crystals.

Pieces of heaven, down in our yard.

Down in our yard.

The night can come now.

Snow, snow crystals.

Our farm whispers:

"Now winter is here."