Kumm - A Midwinternight's Dream lyrics

The smuggler tip-toes on the border Anxiously looking over his shoulder Wrapped up in white sheets, he's almost unseen As he crosses the fields and the frozen stream The wind is blowing through his bones The cold air breath in chills his soul "I'll be home tonight Drinking wine by the fireside" The soldier marches in the row His eyes upon the footsteps in the snow The slimy uniform is sticky with sweat A tiny dot in the landscape creeping ahead The wind bents down the trees with heavy strokes The cold air he breath out is turning to smoke "I'll be home tonight Drinking wine by the fireside"