Windows froze from sadness, wind turned into hail
Even the hottest saunas and pubs won't melt these crossroads
Doors swelled from tears, no point to bolt them
Even wizard wouldn't open them, even if he would be in love
But he like a Labrador retriever run through the snow,
Too much white and subtle
So that under the avalanches he would look for her -
His darling's conscience
Stacks with dry promises ignited from anger
But in rush expressed words now became soldiers
Walls with muffled emotions collapsed from hatred
And then all ordinary days became the best
But he like a Labrador retriever run through the snow,
Too much white and subtle
So that under the avalanches he would look for her -
His darling's conscience