Winter

The red lips will not open
This winter still feels warm

A strange lady from all the seasons
Only shows me her eyes
She dances fast in the night
The mother turns to white
Blue hands are caressing the mountain

The red lips will not open
This winter still feels warm

My dear, this is my virginity’s time
And nothing can save me now
I usually dwell in cold places
I turn away my face to keep running
While the cruel wind cuts my skin
I’m bleeding

I fall with my black dress upon the glass
Who is praying for the souls?
These trees are naked, I hear how the snow
Makes them cry
They resemble you when you see
That’s impossible to fly

The red lips will not open
This winter still feels warm