I see the snow
On the ground,
And there is no
Sound…
She’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dying, she’s dead,
Unzipped thoughts, a dismembered head.
Red soaked gardens, the smell of copper,
No one could save her, no one could stop her…
The star of Bethlehem has risen, shining
And bringing us the warmth of Paradise.
The Magi had the power of divining.
They went to bow down before Christ.
I would like to walk in the snow
Through the darkness of the blue night
On the road to my old home
With the window that’s full of light.
