गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
The winter eats into me
It snows in my heart
I always bear my heart
Naked outside of me
Like a tingling bell
But my heart is not
Of iron and steel
Thus I easily break it
Thorns, nails, and pales
Sticks in the blood (covering my heart)
Will I be taken from
The shadow of far night?
I'm hearing the sound of
Death breathing in my ears
A silence like
Under the wings
Of a dead bird
A silence like
The quietude
Of open graves
I'm hearing the songs of
The birds no more
Nor the wind, nor the whistling of
My own blood, in my ears
