Winterwind

This blowing wind is bending all the trees
 Snowflakes in the air draw the wide highway
 Faces kept warm with the scarlet scarf
 Cold red boots are frozen but still she's found strength
 She might find blood on the snow
 Fresh lipstick traces
 A jewel in the glove
 She listens to the harming sinterwind
 Singing song she couldn't sing
 She listened to the harming winterwind
 Singing songs.
 The growing fever hits his body
 To the window snowflakes moving in a curvy way
 Keeps looking outside to watch the planes
 To the white stains he dreams as (if he?) could fly away
 He might find yellow brick road
 Shoes (...) witches
 The life eater (...)
 Whatever he finds whatever he finds
 He listens to the harming winterwind
 Singing song she couldn't sing
 She listens to the harming winterwind
 Singing songs, singing songs...