The sun shines through the window from outside ,
it warms me from inside.
In the sunshine something is whirling,
this image is enormously charming.
Petals – white and lovely – are dancing in the light -
or even the first pollen flight?
No, it is none of either,
only lies and deception!
'Cause it is not until April,
much too early to rejoice.
It hurts like someone stabbed me
making my heart ache,
in the sunlight are whirling
hundreds of little snowflakes.