Текст песни
Silent woods in silver dress,
Every branch a lace of frost.
Whispers dance on frozen air,
Telling tales the night kept lost.
Hear the hush, the hidden song,
Where the ancient shadows throng.
In this quiet, time stands still,
Nature’s breath — a secret thrill.
Winter whispers, soft and low,
Carrying dreams we’ll never know.
Through the pines, a haunted tune,
Under moon, beneath the snow.
Frosted paths lead nowhere now,
Footprints vanish, lost and slow.
Every sound a fragile rhyme,
Echoing through endless time.
Hear the hush, the hidden song,
Where the ancient shadows throng.
In this quiet, time stands still,
Nature’s breath — a secret thrill.
Winter whispers, soft and low,
Carrying dreams we’ll never know.
Through the pines, a haunted tune,
Under moon, beneath the snow.
