Текст и слова песни Dying Passion – It's Snowing Through The Night
It's snowing through the night.
I hearing the voices of a distant shores.
I'm looking for words
Like for precious jewels
And working them into a fabric of my mind,
Under the hard shell of everyday vital nonsense.
I found pride and humility breathing.
I'm walking through darkness of an empty street.
A quiet song wants to be born.
I'm on the heaven's door.
Crowds of shadows wreck me inside,
Wreck all I long to touch...
Hope... Love... Freedom... Death.
My feet are freezing
And it's snowing through the night.
I hearing the voices of a distant shores.
I'm looking for words
Like for precious jewels
And working them into a fabric of my mind,
Under the hard shell of everyday vital nonsense.
I found pride and humility breathing.
I'm walking through darkness of an empty street.
A quiet song wants to be born.
I'm on the heaven's door.
Crowds of shadows wreck me inside,
Wreck all I long to touch...
Hope... Love... Freedom... Death.
My feet are freezing
And it's snowing through the night.
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