You can't wash these stains This snow doesn't melt away Black dirt always grins Under the bleak coma white
Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
Still my hands grope for flames They touch the soul of frost Looking for the hidden seed The hope is grotesque and vain
Sad still life weeps for spring Ash covered leaves, green grey winter
The blue moment in the noon Reveals to be the last of the lights Caress the green joy from the tree of life This cold season will wither us allTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
