Winter (To Die In The Mountains Of Bükk)

Winter

It was a foggy, dark twilight,
The gray blur of beautiful winter
Extended his majestic power
I smell its clean scent
The fresh snow is slowly covering
The footprints of those who walk
Front of me, they dissappear, as i do
In the destructive storm of dark times
Trees dressed in black
Creep into the distant twilight
In the mirror of my eyes
Like the devil himself
Have mixed mass from the ground
And the darkening night
The sharp cold grasp my body
It takes me further
Into the inviting frosty gloom
The mountains of bükk
Spun my rocky cradle
And now his gray breath is my coffin
I leave no trace in the snow anymore
The last water drops
Frozen into stars
Scattered into my face
By winter



Credits
Writer(s): Ferenc Mocsnik
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