Winter sheds from Heaven
Great number of snow-flakes
Sunset highlights the even
There's a bloody smell in air.
She's serenely lying
With wide-open eyes
Which reflect her sorrow,
Grief and no more cries.
Wolves do not torment her flesh
They lick off her face
Days are passing far away
But her beauty is the same.
Snow is slowly falling
Like a crystal hide
Wolves are mournful howling
For the lunar night.
Winds blow out the tears
In her dead-smooth glance
Death has taken fears
In a folly dance.
Wolves do not torment her flesh
They lick off her face
Days are passing far away
But her beauty is the same.
Frozen icon's swinging
On her pallid breast
But it doesn't give her
The Eternal rest.
Night remains in silence
Flying in the skies
Rays like silver lines
Drowning in her eyes.