Through the boulevards and the houses,
You walk, completely alone,
The first snowfall has broken into your city.
Day after day, from year to year
The time speeds up it's passing
And the mist swims on
Over the winter river...
There's nowhere to rush,
The night is a lonely prison,
And you aren't expecting any changes from life
Again that dream will come,
Where you are together again,
And the tears on your pillow are all for him.
Cherry cherry,
A winter cherry-
The beautiful berries still perfume the air.
The white snow falls with barely a sound
And no one is to blame for any of it.
Only voices of unknown people,
Who dialed the wrong number
Call from time to time,
Disturbing the night hours
Wrapped up in an old quilt,
Hiding in it from pain and guilt,
You close your eyes
And weep at your fate.
There's nowhere to rush,
The night is a lonely prison,
And you aren't expecting any changes from life
Again that dream will come,
Where you are together again,
And the tears on your pillow are all for him.
Cherry cherry,
A winter cherry-
The beautiful berries still perfume the air.
The white snow falls with barely a sound
And no one is to blame for any of it.