Long, deep, cold winters, through the fields, through the frozen rivers, through the forests, we walked to the school, with our noses frozen, our faces burning in cold wind and snow.
Invernos longos, escuros e fríos de cando iamos polos campos, os ríos xeados, os bosques. Camiñabamos cara a escola cos narices xeados, as nosas caras ardendo co frío do vento e da neve.