Trees are caught be ice, frozen wood asleep | |
The stars are cold, cold are the thorns of Heaven. | |
The wisdom are endless, stars are old. | |
It is so lonely and cold, | |
Through the wounds of the space | |
Ice cold wind carries the song of the past. | |
Stones in the ice, frozen rocks are asleep, | |
Dreams are cutting the wounds - memories of past, | |
anciense, eternity and endless cold. |