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                This is IMHO one of the best songs ever. It lulls me into a image of myself walking behind roadless distances, finally a small sleeping town, and on to the woods behind. And it's bitter cold. The way I like it. Typical Finnish winter night. 
 
-Winter Solstice- 
 
Snow is everywhere 
and no road anywhere 
I'm returning  
to where I left from 
Silvery moon is shining 
Lighting the cold skies 
I'm gazing the journey 
Try to estimate the distance 
 
Did I finally leave 
Towards the north from tales 
that is always far away 
that you don't meet on the roads 
 
This year, there'll be blight 
cattle will close up 
fetuses will freeze to wombs 
and love for life will die 
On the riverside 
on the eastbank 
I choke to my cough 
hugging the cold for warmth 
 
Did I finally leave 
Towards the north from tales 
that is always far away 
that you don't meet on the roads 
 
Now, past the stairs and the well 
through the bushes and if it's freezing 
past the observatory 
and through the woods, over the hill 
to the spring 
where the water's black, and not frozen 
There rests a boy, pale 
from whose mouth 
runs a child's spirit to the water 
 
Did I finally leave 
Towards the north from tales 
that is always far away 
that you don't meet on the roads
               
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