Текст песни Olivia - Морозное

On the glass freeze thoughts
Solidifying white pattern.
All words have lost their meaning,
And trouble prophesied crows ...

In emptiness whitewashed rooms
Stuns breaths echo.
Here, the past no longer remember,
Do not play sounds of laughter.

And pulls frost from windows,
Which froze thought.
Raven - it's still not a falcon,
Though it is also spinning high in the sky ...

Government funeral feast on the life of the past
In his eternal black cassock.
Talk - should be easier?
Wait and time will heal?

Only the cold got into the soul.
On the wings of feathers falling snow.
Help ride out the cold ...
I'll give you the warmth, of course.

I would survive this snowstorm,
Do not stay a bat figure.
And wait for the first drops
Warming under Wolfskin.

On the glass freeze thoughts
At the heart of the storm circling ... and hurt.
I'm in the patterns themselves are not fit.
Enough. It's too spicy. Pretty.