The Darkest Winter

I can feel the silence of the wind

like a nightinegale that never sings

Widows of the the light is all I see

the darkest winter memory remains

Lonely, afraid them, the voices of wood

calling me through the window...silent night.

Darkness, tenderness, the sadness of hope,

in my heart heart I can feel the cold...

I can feel the silence of the wind

like a nightinegale that never sings

Widows of the the light is all I see

the darkest winter memory remains

Dying, the rainbow will never appear

with the snow in my hands, I scream in tears.

Blindly, I tremble like a lonely wolf

lost in dark paradise of night.

I can feel the silence of the wind

like a nightingale that never sings;

signs of sorrow flow from within.

My heart is dying, the flame suffocates,

the snow is falling down and I am breaking down,

from this valley of tears to the eternity.

And there is no sun...my world becoming black

The beauty is dark, like feelings of my heart;

I feel alone...