...It all began with light snow... Hear the wind under the door On the roof, under the floor I feel the fright before this sight Starlit night has turned to white From the distance I can hear A roar that's coming - for me
I fly over moonlit woods In the eye of thundering snowstorm
...those trees look small from a far... Through the wind and thundering I hear a vague sound of wings Bricks and planks all around The cabin fallen to the ground I look the ruins of the wreck And there I lie - dead!
I fly over moonlit woods In the eye of thundering snowstormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
