In my room it became cold The dead snow silently falls The frost at a window spins laces In depressing flight I am free
There in night I see the past Before eyes runs lost Hiding hopes of the forgotten words I go through time
Your eyelashes in a view of the moon So are serene so are pure On your gentle body Dead petal of a rose
In cold hands a sleeping star Shining from it is far Lighting up your fine features Falls turning in a muse
Give me last light Given a life of this night Frosty air winds my face My God has died in this place
In my room it became cold The dead snow silently falls The frost at a window spins laces In dead flight I am freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
