Егор Гайдук - The Winter Wind

Blow... blow... thou winter wind
Blow... blow... blow
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen
Although thy breath be rude
The cold don't cut the way it should
When friends forget the way they could
Heigh-ho! Sing heigh-ho! Unto the green holly
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly
Then heigh-ho, the holly
This life is most jolly