كلمات Shamble

Like small little dry branches moved By the icy wind of a sad and dark night My soul remembers your Your fleshless presence But a new weird energy Flows in me The day you came into my soul Like a thorn in a cloud of feathers Time seemed to stop In every whisper I recall your face And the deep winter Covers the earth The sky leaned in sadness Wrapping houses in twilight Nothing more has happened Just winter has come