Cold breath
The fall came at the right,
Soon hit the frost,
Spinning in the dance of leaves,
Gold poured birch.
The wind sings sadly
Songs about the cold of winter,
It's raining continuously,
Clouds, as ravens, circle.
Cold breath
The fall came at the right,
Soon hit the frost,
Spinning in the dance of leaves,
Gold poured birch.
The wind sings sadly
Songs about the cold of winter,
It's raining continuously,
Clouds, as ravens, circle.