Friend, the night is drawing near;
Winter has its reasons
For leading us to stumble on
The path of seasons —
The moon is shaking with the cold,
And food has lost its savor —
And we must wait another day
In search of
Fortune’s favor
Friend, the night is drawing near;
Winter has its reasons
For leading us to stumble on
The path of seasons —
The moon is shaking with the cold,
And food has lost its savor —
And we must wait another day
In search of
Fortune’s favor