Текст песни jahnakonda - первый зимний день

"First Winter Day"

Autumn drowns in black puddles
The cold is whirling like white snow
Without a knife will cut the soul
And my poems will suffocate
First winter day
First winter day ...

Sisters pull their hands to the stars
Dark and cold evening
Greets them smiling
And on the bench, swinging his foot
I sit and wonder
How their mouths give birth to words,
Shielding us from the wind
A child's pouring prayer

Close to me here, into the unknown
I want to leave and listen
Harsh, booming laughter in the entrances,
Standing in the dark where ...
Where there is no place for words
Where there is no place for pure blood
Where the shadow dances to death -
First winter day
First winter day
First winter day ...

14.10.1996.