Downy flakes whisper softly from the sky.
A hiker climbs over firn and ice.
The snow woman follows him with treacherous steps:

"Hold still, my dear, and take me with you!
The evening is near and the summit is far away.
I'd be happy to play you a little song just to keep you entertained."

She puts the green shawm on her lip,
She rejoiced at flowers and Lenz and Mai.
He listened, cheeks wet with tears,
Then he ticked the box and drew for bass.

And darker clouds the twilight snow.
She crept to his side on a cunning toe:
"Stop! let me shine for you, you are wandering astray!
I'll tell you a friendly fairy tale."

A traffic light she drew from her robe:
The homeland shines before his eyes,
The hill, the garden, being a parent
In the blissful golden glow of youth.

He swayed. Already he shortens the measure of his steps,
Then he ticked the box and drew for bass.

And it storms and it rummages with storm power,
White night yawns from the howling rock.
His will failed, his knee sank.
There she sat on a stone bench.

"It's comfortable here; come, sit down!
I really know how to caress.
And slumber lures you and a dream laughs at you:
There is room on my warm bosom."

She looked so lovely, she nodded so sweetly,
as if the sky wanted to open up to him.
He staggers towards her in a staggering run
and fell at her feet - never got up again.