и вообще от этого альбома... с самого класса эдак с 10го года... мама юма сколь ж времени прошло...
On Most Surfaces
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
these are blury winters
and i cannot see
I walk into the white light of the snow
when the sun comes
I break it with my shadow
which tales me where i go
I am the snow falling down on you
I tear up your face with my frost
And make you run to somewhere warm
When i come i see you get away
I burst out about your emptyness
The frost hits me in the eye
and wakes me
These are blury winters
and i cannot see
(с) the gathering