Stop - this will be a long winter .
We move through the blizzard , just only
Each of us in this winter is sinking, melting,
Stop - will soon have us become.
But only if you ask for much ,
You answer me this word .
It will last . I would have been blind -
Would say that silver thread
Passed through my white boats ,
Left in the past at the pier .
But I can see how in these rocks
Flowing cold clear streams
And numb me by the collar ,
And I squeeze into a small point.
And we're alone again
After a snowstorm leaving straight .
Stop - this will be a long winter .
We move through the blizzard , just only
Each of us in this winter is sinking, melting,
Stop - will soon have us become.
I have so much fun to walk through a blizzard
And so afraid that I fell out of love .
This December, I like the house , as the cradle ,
Suppose again that not a miracle happens .
And so it 's not scary in the morning to be silent
And the fun that you will not suddenly
In my garden , where the silence and grace
And every sound without fail sink .
Cold air , northern sunset,
The space between the heart and impotence,
And so easy to turn back,
When you are not asked .
Stop - this will be a long winter .
We move through the blizzard , just only
Each of us in this winter is sinking, melting,
Stop - will soon have us become.
Stop - this will be a long winter .
We move through the blizzard , just only
Each of us in this winter is sinking, melting,
Stop - will soon have us become.
