Along some fragile thread,
Over the golden sunlight's mountains,
From some unknown horizon,
Underneath the whirpool of darkness is turning round eerily,
Easily we are dancing the dance of the snowflakes,
Easily we are dancing the dance of the snowflakes,
Kyriann undulates to the rhythm of the song.
We are laughing the golden sun's laughter,
We are beating in your hearts, too,
Lutrykin nods rhythmically and claps his hands.
Along some fragile thread...