Snowing outside, and cold in my soul
A wind of changes, crosses my heart,
It grows and grows like a snow ball,
I don\'t know what to do, is cold my Lord...
My heart goes to dark, by she
I wake up in a morning of a monday
I trusted my dream, and that all will be ok
But sun was rised for some hours
And I lost my princes of my dream tower.
When at night sun goes down,
I\'m free
What death means to me?
It\'s a way to be, and you can see,
Some new things, like souls and war
But the most important you can take...
In our days, all peoples dye
Coes we make war, and we
I had some dreams
Some nice and pleasure dreams,
When moon was walking on the skye
When a star felt down, and a human dyed.
In that dream it was a girl,
A nice and a beautifull girl,
That\'s
MM