Dead Winter Ways
Winter, winter...Can you tell with your silver breath?River, river...Stays asleep in his frozen bedYonder, yonder...Lies the moor dressed in a shroud in whiteShelter, shelter...Rescue me from desolations sight
Winter, winter...Can you tell with your silver breath?River, river...Stays asleep in his frozen bedYonder, yonder...Lies the moor dressed in a shroud in whiteShelter, shelter...Rescue me from desolations sight
Invierno, invierno...¿Puedes hablar con tu aliento plateado?Río, río...Se queda dormido en su cama congeladaAllí, allí...Yace el páramo vestido con su cobertura blancaCobijo, cobijo...Rescátame de la vista de la desolación