Mental Home Winter Art текст песни, слова песни Winter Art Mental Home
Mental Home - Winter Art
The long road under my feet
Is like a stream in a cold air
When a day dies beyond the cold horizon
And each snow-flake falls on its shadow.
As I touch the water glance
Ice melts under my fingers
Thousands of stars travel once
From sky to earth to leave no trace.
Sad is the path of the silver snow-flake
Watch as it dies on my hand leaving only tear
only single tear...
On and on the sky is crying
On and on to face the day