Текст песни
Fading steps, a silent trail,
Where the footprints softly fail.
Every mark will soon be gone,
Swallowed by the falling dawn.
Wind brushes through the empty space,
Erasing every trace of grace.
In this quiet, time stands still,
Only memories remain.
Last tracks in the snow, so brief,
Telling tales of transient grief.
Soon the wind will sweep them clean,
Leaving nothing but the white and green.
Shadows stretch across the plain,
Marking where we walked again.
Now the cold begins to claim
What was ours — just fleeting fame.
Wind brushes through the empty space,
Erasing every trace of grace.
In this quiet, time stands still,
Only memories remain.
Last tracks in the snow, so brief,
Telling tales of transient grief.
Soon the wind will sweep them clean,
Leaving nothing but the white and green.
