A Few Acres of Snow - Dark Forest

Quelques arpents de neige

Une terre desolee de glace et de neige

Le nord vrai et fort, fier et libre

La terre de l’etoile du soir

A man crosses the plains

Searching for identity, searching for his means

He’s looking for guidance: «who then are we?»

But gone from here his ancestors long are they

Through a few acres of snow

Had they treaded and forged their path

Through river, snow, mountain and field

A frontier was made and secured without fear

And out of it rose a folk;

the new world awoke

In the spring through every new sown seed

A folk who had dwelled, struggled, survived

On just «A Few Acres of Snow»

Quelques arpents de neige

Une terre indesirable de glace et de neige

Aueun desir de quoi?

inapte pour qui?

They who went A mari ad mare ad mare?

Twenty thousand men stormed the

Plain in old world Europa in 1917

Instilling the freedom, instilling

The means, the freedom of the fabled

Quelques arpents de neige…