Famine Year-Withering

That winter the snow was drifting high It was freezing in may Our faith for tomorrow is in trial (after) the punishment of god comes true We haven't been inert Nor have we forgotten the prosperous days This famine year failed to discourage us But as outcast to god There's no hope, nothing (for) off-scourings of god There's nothing That winter the snow was drifting high It was freezing in may Summery grain was finally graceful 'Til the frost took it away The village is almost desolate The weakest ones starved to death Feeble-minded left by themselves The birth of the offsprings (has) ceased We are the ones still standing Our dwellings will never be deserted Still working through the days like These would be the last days of our lives Despite this silence Our home is still here Like a solid swarm Surrounded by the fields This famine year failed to discourage us But as outcast to god There's no hope, nothing (for) off-scourings of god There's nothing