Walking on an endless white field,
I start thinking about my life.
I didn’t say it out loud,
But somewhere inside me,
A small voice was calling.
Even the cold and empty days—
Maybe they were all
Part of the path
That brought me here today.
Spring will come to Greenland,
So someday warmth
Will come to my heart too.
Even if I’m frozen right now,
I’ll melt little by little—
I believe that.
Even things that are frozen
Will someday begin to flow again.
So today, once more,
I take a quiet step forward.
Spring will come to Greenland,
And warm winds will reach me again.
Even if I’m cold and alone now,
Even if everything seems still—
Spring is coming to me too.
Hm
Ha ah
Spring is coming to me too.
Hm
