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
Inverno, Inverno...Sai parlare con quel tuo respiro d'argento?Fiume, fiume...Resta dormiente nel suo letto gelato.Lassù, lassù...Riposa la brughiera vestita in un bianco sudario.Rifugio, rifugio...Salvami dalla vista della desolazione...