No meadows blossom No feathers swings All life is gone Nature is dead
Nature has died Veils of snow cover the earth Birds cry in the silence Winds echo through the leafless forest All alone a weasel stands Breaking the whiteness with its color
Fog shades the sun As the time passes by No colors shine Beyond the white
Empty landscapes Empty feelings Distant cries Of hungry wolves
No life left here Is this the end? So cold and white So sad yet beautiful
This is not the end It is a new begging
Silence before the storm Darkness before dawn Death before life Gestation before the blossom
Leave behind the past A new path shines Yours to lead Yours to defy
Death is gone Gestation has followed Birth will comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
