Frosty snowflakes are falling on my face,
I am scared of all Your words and trying to correct in future my mistakes.
The way You feel is significant for me—that’s real—a winter chill.
Centuries-old trees, almightiness and power—I’m all Your will.
The snow shines in a single light,
That is the power of a lonely, dreamy night.
I guess that all You've said makes sense,
So I will walk, looking at the frozen skies, and comprehends...
Frozen Reverie англ
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