Winter کے بول

Lay your neck on my shoulder Then dream a dream of fading past When the blue sky wears funny faces And unhappy days run off so fast I give my holy breath to you While sultry nights gets cold Remember the old fairy-tales Of witches and of hearts of gold This is the winter of our love And tears dry up in this cold sand This is the winter of our love We lay the past in each others hand There is no need to cry My mind will always be with you Reaching freely for the sky While a dagger caresses you This is the winter of our love And tears dry up in this cold sand This is the winter of our love We lay the past in each others hand.