The winter

The winter came in our hearts,
And we don’t know how be together,
Cause always we apart.

I dream of you in a little grave,
That was my bed in past and ever.
But you don’t fear, you are brave.

The winter came in our souls,
And our hearts are frozen.
But love will be the stone on our grave,
At ten, eleven, dozen.
The thousand lives we lived for show,
But now we’ll hide together.
It doesn’t matter write or wrong,
We are the tired slaves,
Of love, that's brave and strong.

I dream you are the little grave,
That buried my heart by love.
But you aren’t crying, you are brave.

The winter came in our lies,
And we can’t stay together,
Like we are wings of butterfly.

We feel the winter’s knocking on the door,
The life is cold and endless.
It doesn’t matter we are begging more.
And with every pray we say,
We kill our love the less and less.

The winter came in our hearts,
And we don’t know how be together,
Cause always we apart.

I dream of you in a little grave,
That was my bed forever.
But you don’t fear, you are brave