You soul is like snow-storm,
Your heart is made of ice,
You don't know what means "warm",
But you know what's your price.
Snow Queen, in your eyes there's abyss.
Two years for you - like two centuries.
You're always so silent and cool,
And everyone thinks you're perfection,
But people for you - just a tool,
A trophy to your collection.
Snow Queen, there's a power in your arms.
How many people is under your charms?
If only Sun could shine bright,
You'd melt away - just a paddle of mud.
But while the climate is cold and mean,
You're quenn of life - you are Snow Queen.
Snow Queen
© Copyright: Руслан Андреич, 2008
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