late at night, in winter white night

late at night, in winter deaf night
my mother white cloth weaving
her bent figure and her graying hair
has long been complaining about tears
light lamps with windows provided
entire yard in the snow that falls outside
in silence, with no end in silence without end
angle from heaven, gentle hands
lower the freezing star to earth
being careful not to wake my gold
late at night, in winter white night
my mother white cloth weaving
a mother sad! say, which shines in your eyes
late at night, in winter white night

* dragutin tadijanović