I look down - I see a tree,
Windy weather in the morning,
A dove is pecking his feathers,
The crows are so black and noisy,
A sparrow has a straw in its beak,
It dropped it later and flew away;
They all stopped briefly here,
Among the branches, under my window;
Doves are singing their love songs,
Sparrows are twittering all day long,
The haggle of the crows has vanished;
The branches have not grown their leaves,
The locust tree seems small and sad;
The Sun is keeping his warmth still,
But one day winter will just disappear.