Lyrics: Мартыненко Сергей
Music: Мартыненко Сергей
The silent grace
Of dying world
Our wooden corpses
It will enfold
In my dreams
We're running over
The snowfields snowfields
In my dreams
We're dying on the
Snowfields
The snowfields
Holding my breath
It smells of you
But something is missing
Taken away
The silent grace
Of wooden corpses
Dressed of needles
Fading to pale grey
In my dreams
We're running over
The snowfields snowfields
In my dreams
We're dying on the
Snowfields
The snowfields
Snowfields snow feels
Trying to run away
I'm chased again
By empty thoughts
Becoming numb
Words mixed with dirt
Thin faint scars
The reasons untold
Wearing ragged scarf
Tell if it doesn't hurt
In my dreams
Trying to run away
I'm chased again
By empty thoughts
Trying to run away
In my dreams
We're running over
The snowfields snowfields
In dead eyes the
Pictures of the
Snowfields the snowfields
Burried under the stone
Corroded by creeping plague
Snowfields snow feels
My fate is to be alone
Can never ever awake
Snowfields snow feels
I try to catch my breath
The world around me failing
Blurried skyline is deaf
To your last desperate cry
In my dreams
We're running over
The snowfields
In my dreams
We're dying on the
Snowfields the snowfields
I try to catch my breath
The world around me failing
No chances left to break
Out from this nightmare