Winterwind

This blowing wind is bending all the trees Snowflakes in the air draw the wide highway Faces kept warm with the scarlet scarf Cold red boots are frozen but still she's found strength She might find blood on the snow Fresh lipstick traces A jewel in the glove She listens to the harming sinterwind Singing song she couldn't sing She listened to the harming winterwind Singing songs. The growing fever hits his body To the window snowflakes moving in a curvy way Keeps looking outside to watch the planes To the white stains he dreams as (if he?) could fly away He might find yellow brick road Shoes (...) witches The life eater (...) Whatever he finds whatever he finds He listens to the harming winterwind Singing song she couldn't sing She listens to the harming winterwind Singing songs, singing songs...