This is a special town, this,
this foggy and damp and cruel
(except for some few and rare days
when the snow and wintery cold rules)

It is really hard to believe
that spring can change this grey
this brown and soggy place
and give us a sunny day

Yet I know it trully is so
every year earliest in the country
the light, light green leaves appear
and the flowery world makes it´s entry

Suddenly I become proud
and forget that sorryful squinter
that comes with foggy places
when tourists come there in winter...