Текст песни
Headlights cut through swirling white,
Frozen world in pale moonlight.
Every turn a whispered clue,
Tracks behind me, lost in snow.
Wind sings low, the engine hum,
Warmth inside, the cold without.
Somewhere near, a fire waits,
For the traveler, for the stray.
Road to the cabin, through the storm,
Where the pines stand tall and forlorn.
Windows glowing, calling me,
Home is where the heart can be.
Glassy ice on blackened roads,
Shadows dance in night’s repose.
Dash lights flicker, dreams in tow,
Carrying hope through frost and fog.
Wind sings low, the engine hum,
Warmth inside, the cold without.
Somewhere near, a fire waits,
For the traveler, for the stray.
Road to the cabin, through the storm,
Where the pines stand tall and forlorn.
Windows glowing, calling me,
Home is where the heart can be.
