Текст песни
A burning bus on a winter road
The driver falters — the devil glowed
White silence settles, smoke ascends
While icy winds through the stillness bend
Fear grips the faces at this forced halt
The flames consume, like life at fault
The road, a snare, holds them fast
Shadows shiver as the moments pass
The bus ignites with fiery strife
The air cuts sharp, like a frozen knife
Snow falls, erasing all but flame
The devil laughs, untouched by blame
An old woman sat in a roadside café
She didn’t look like a queen from Saint-Tropez
She asked for a ride, though her pride was high
But no one cared, her pleas passed by
This old woman, with her bag on wheels
As the north wind howled through snow-covered hills
White silence on a winter road
And who cares, we’re in the same old boat
An old lady with a sorrowful gaze
Another day lost in a pointless race
At last, they took her from the highway
Out of the cold, she was on her way
