Текст песни Эдем - Рождественсая

Night on Christmas Eve, but not for me, the angels sing.
Everyone to hurry somewhere, and not want to know that someone is alone and forgotten for a long time. That without love I was cold, and still lonely go in the crowd. Snow in the face and the wind icemanding in my soul. The heart turning into a fragile ice still hopes and waits for someone will warm him with its warmth ...