Snow on the Ground

As I stood on her chest the American shouted
He paid me in whiskey, they left in a car

The temple was closing, the nightguard was whistling
And mumbling songs in a foreigner's tongue

I looked at her lips, they were red as the roses
That bloom by the mouth of the wastewater pipe

They paid me in whiskey and left without turning
And I returned home to the dormitory

I fear for my father, he will demand answers
He will not believe that this bottle I found

He'll make me confess then he'll probably expel me
It's the middle of winter and snow's on the ground

They left without turning, she never once smiled
I tried not to notice, she carried his child

Now I clean up the kitchen and I sweep off the stairs
But no one is coming, there's no-body here

When I dream of her face it is white as a daisy
She looks up through my legs and does not make a sound

She seems underwater, she's somebody's daughter
She does not demand answers, she lays on the ground

They will not forgive me, they must find out something
They'll make me confess then they'll kick me around

But when I dream of her face it is white as blank paper
I stand on her chest, there is no-one around

When I dream of her face it is white as a feather
I stand on her chest there is snow on the ground