How many deserted souls,
covered in white cloaks of piety.

How many bad essences,
hidden under the toga of ingenuity.

Consciousness with imprudence,
vileness without penance,
suspicion with obstinacy.

Winter must be cold for those who do not have warm memories.
Winter will be freezing for those empty hearts in their haughtiness.

Look at the horizon,
but do not lose sight of yesterday,
that winter arrives fast,
and with it the frostiness.