The snow dances with the wind outside,
The heat of the house is the sun of spring
Which penetrates into our skin.
We raise the glass in united affection,
The hearth fire blushes the drunken faces.
We wait until
the opportune snow announces the good harvest,
We welcome that
the thousand flowers bloom.
Do you want to own this house like this to appreciate the snow and the thousand flowers? the snow waits you this winter, the flowers will welcome you this spring!