WİNTERWİND

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...