А твоего холода - на десять Антарктид (с)
Morning gathering or evening prayer
We still battle for season fair
We still huddle in the freezing air
For a summer that's not even there
If that sun won't rise on our horizon
We'll march on to spite the skies
And find that wheel of progress so the worn
Brought us no shelter from the storm
We still battle for season fair
We still huddle in the freezing air
For a summer that's not even there
If that sun won't rise on our horizon
We'll march on to spite the skies
And find that wheel of progress so the worn
Brought us no shelter from the storm