I can feel the silence of the wind
like a nightinegale that never sings
Widows of the the light is all I see
the darkest winter memory remains
Lonely, afraid them, the voices of wood
calling me through the window...silent night.
Darkness, tenderness, the sadness of hope,
in my heart heart I can feel the cold...
I can feel the silence of the wind
like a nightinegale that never sings
Widows of the the light is all I see
the darkest winter memory remains
Dying, the rainbow will never appear
with the snow in my hands, I scream in tears.
Blindly, I tremble like a lonely wolf
lost in dark paradise of night.
I can feel the silence of the wind
like a nightingale that never sings;
signs of sorrow flow from within.
My heart is dying, the flame suffocates,
the snow is falling down and I am breaking down,
from this valley of tears to the eternity.
And there is no sun...my world becoming black
The beauty is dark, like feelings of my heart;
I feel alone...
