Wave after wave covers the shore; very loud are teh outcries before the heights of the hill; scarcely can one stand up outside.
Cold is the bed of the lake before the tumult of winter; the reeds are withered, the stalks are broken, the wind is fierce, the wood is bare.
Cold is the bed of the fish in teh shelter of the ice, the stag is thin, the reeds are bearded, short is the evening, the trees are bowed.
Snow falls, white is the surface, warriors do not go on their foray; cold are teh lakes, their colour is without warmth.
Snow falls, white is the hoarfrost; idle is the shield on the old man's shoulder; very great the wind, it freezes the grass.
Snow falls on the to of the ice, the wind sweeps the crest of the close trees; fine is the shield on the brave man's shoulder.
Snow falls, it covers the valley; the warriors hasten to battle, I shall not go, a wound does not allow me.
Snow falls on the hillside, the horse is a prisoner, the cattle are lean; it is not like a summer day today...
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