Torches to guide the way   To walk the misty paths   The forest seems like a shelter   On this cold winter night      A huge fire is reflecting shadows   Of youth and old age   As the open place is reached   And the elderly take their seats      This is the night of the season's change   And a new fire shall be lit   A silent moment to remember the deceased   (The way our ancestors did)      Season's change   Season's change      Traditional music containing the soul of a people   On this cold winter night   Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient   As if the son of God never arrived      Memories subconsciously always present   Vague visions of past centuries      This is the night! When season's change   This is the night! When season's change      The trees seem to whisper their names   The wind is full of a thousand voices   As if summoned from the past   Though no words are needed   A tribe will never die!      Memories subconsciously always present   Vague visions of past centuries   Appearing in the mind   Images of times we may have never lived   Yet oh so present, so divine!      This is the night when season's change