
The clouds have prepared for rain and storm.
The chill of the wind has frozen all the pain.
I know in my room it's dry and warm.
but I cannot stand to scan the walls in vain.
White and wonderful the snow covers my hair.
I reach out but you're not there.
I never seen sense in future plans.
I know that the time will make it up somehow.
But good, how I miss you, there's no words
to tell you how it looks inside myself now.
Cold and beautiful,
your vision in the ice.
I reach out but you're not there.
In the days of December
I'm lonely ever since you're gone.
In the night I remember
your frozen hands that kept me warm.
In the days of December.
The chill of the wind has frozen all the pain.
I know in my room it's dry and warm.
but I cannot stand to scan the walls in vain.
White and wonderful the snow covers my hair.
I reach out but you're not there.
I never seen sense in future plans.
I know that the time will make it up somehow.
But good, how I miss you, there's no words
to tell you how it looks inside myself now.
Cold and beautiful,
your vision in the ice.
I reach out but you're not there.
In the days of December
I'm lonely ever since you're gone.
In the night I remember
your frozen hands that kept me warm.
In the days of December.
ΥΓ. Η εικόνα που συνοδεύει το κείμενο είναι ο πίνακας του Giuseppe Arcimboldo που τιτλοφορείται Χειμώνας (Winter - 1573 μ.α.χ.χ.) και "στολίζει" το μουσείο του Λούβρου.
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