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[ar:] |
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[al:] |
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These roses which I hold in my hands |
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are dry and without spines. |
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What once was an aching red |
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sprinkles on my bitter wounds |
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and everything loses its color. |
| [01:36.72] |
A slight wind steals the last tired petal, |
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and with it, my destiny. |
| [02:14.42] |
I let myself lulled by this cold winter, |
| [02:26.19] |
hypothermia, I'm safe now. |
| [02:34.11] |
My infant dreams are lost in the snow, |
| [02:46.32] |
which now makes it more pure, |
| [02:50.04] |
purifing things now. |
| [05:05.39] |
and my mind breaks down, |
| [05:08.54] |
and everything becomes redder. |
| [05:12.73] |
My footsteps, a trail of blood |
| [05:18.89] |
while the loop is in its place. |
| [05:23.51] |
And maybe I'm coming home. |
| [07:09.95] |
With a white coat which is now my dress. |
| [07:33.79] |
With a white coat that will be my last dress. |
| [07:42.15] |
With a white coat that is my only fate. |
| [08:28.65] |
Hypothermia, I'm safe now. |
| [08:38.23] |
and I feel nothing, no more pain. |
| [08:43.39] |
Hypothermia, and the delicate winter song |
| [08:59.18] |
echoes in my head. |
| [09:04.98] |
And death is only closer now. |
| [09:09.69] |
It embraces me, sweet snowflake warmer than my skin. |
| [09:20.50] |
And I'm about to drift into a white world. |
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And my thoughts are white, |
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and now I see everything white. |
