It’s time for me to go up the river.
The snow I remember is the snow we lost.
What will I tell my children?
Snow, rivers, evaporating oceans every molecule of water on Earth makes the journey every two million years.
Water connects all forms of life.

Sometimes I feel just as old.
I struggle uphill to find the friend with whom I invoke the spirits of our youth, the spirits of the snow.

No No No
There’s no more snow 
In the land of cream.
There is less snow 
For extreme sports.
No No No

It’s hot in the land of cream.
Too warm for the white to hold.
Winter is changing in cream land
There’s no more snow.

Even in the party business
We didn’t get any at Christmas
New Year’s Eve without the Swiss decor
There’s no more snow (spray can)

The solution is the snow gun.
Let’s cultivate the snow thoroughly
Without worrying about the water level. 
There’s no more snow
Always higher for the pleasure
Guaranteed snow for the rich
Without preserving for the future.
There is more snow.

It’s burning, come off it,
Stop, it’s burning
It’s burning, stop your ride,
You can see that there is no more snow.