Antonio Vivaldi - The Four Seasons - Winter (short version)

Agghiacciato tremar trà nevi algenti. Al Severo Spirar d'orrido Vento, correr battendo i piedi ogni momento; E pel Soverchio gel batter i denti; Passar al foco i di quieti e contenti. Mentre la pioggia fuor bagna ben cento. Caminar Sopra 'l giaccio, e à passo lento. Per timor di cader gersene intenti; Gir forte Sdruzziolar, cader a terra. Di nuove ir Sopra 'l giaccio e correr forte. Sin ch'il giaccio si rompe, e si disserra; Sentir uscir dalle ferrate porte. Sirocco Borea, e tutti i Venti in guerra. Quest'è 'l verno, ma tal, che gioja apporte.
To tremble from cold in the icy snow, in the harsh breath of a horrid wind; To run, stamping one's feet every moment, our teeth chattering in the extreme cold. Before the fire to pass peaceful, contented days while the rain outside pours down. We tread the icy path slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping and falling.Then turn abruptly, slip, crash on the ground and, rising, hasten on across the ice lest it cracks up.We feel the chill north winds course through the homedespite the locked and bolted doors...this is winter, which nonetheless brings its own delights.

[@FrancoisMarlot]

What beautiful pictures. And this unforgettable music composed by Vivaldi. Simply Amazing!

[@ekaterinaushakova360]

Thank you for beautiful winter emotions. We are waiting for spring now.

[@PatrickMaxime-ru1pb]

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