| Walking through winter, through snow-white fields
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| Colder than cold … for several weeks
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| And the lost fire’s burning miles away
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| And the wind whispers stories in her ears
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| And she’s asking: «do you hear these heavenly voices?
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| Do you hear the preacher who wants you to pray?»
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| And this night so much colder than every night
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| And she says, she likes winter and winter-trees
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| And the sun seens so far away tonight
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| In the dark and deep, frozen water the light
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| Of the moon under which she dies
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| Of the moon under which we cry
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| …death knocking at the door … I must let him in …
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| Life like a river flows … outside … stay alive!
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| Ten-thousand good reasons to survive …
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| And she’s asking: «do you hear these heavenly voices?
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| Do you hear the preacher who wants you to pray?»
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| Walking through winter, through snow-white fields
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| Colder than cold … for several weeks
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| And the lost fire’s burning miles away
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| And the wind whispers stories in her ears
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| Stay alive! |
| …my dear … I kiss your cold hands …
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| First time … please stay alive … I’m loving you … you’re
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| Loving me … imagine that you were at home …
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| This night … please try it!
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| Don’t leave me alone! |