Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Моя госпожа

My lady dancing on the first snow,
But it is not easy gait worried cover.
Throws word-bells in the distance the midnight sky
And it is not like my laughter and hot blood.

But in spite of - patchwork carpet
From sunny days and happy words
Intertwining close in spring gift,
Cold and right out of spite!

My lady muslin weaves dreams
Gad lived in the days and fragments of fate,
Store in a locked trunk tart poison revelations
Considering that clear brink unnecessarily rude.

Go through the pain to remain themselves,
From a long winter wake up easily.
The knapsack store magic thread
And to protect your hands from the shackles.

My lady does not love young, enthusiastic,
Do not feel sorry for her sold souls and broken hearts.
Under the gaze of cold break off her string
Dared to predict a happy ending fairy tale.

But my word dutifully sings,
Plexus stronger lines of silver.
At the call of the fire and a new day
We all have time to go back
Cold and right out of spite.