Winter — текст песни (Perry and The Poor Boys)

This is winter
The snow falls
The wind blows
Cold in my face

I held you in my arms
And wouldn`t let you look down
Stayed with you, you told me about how
You loved your wife
So beautiful so clean
Your music played sweetly
We both listened `till you fell asleep

This is winter
The snow falls
The wind blows
Cold in my face

And you whom I admire
Is silent I see you trying
But you`re stuck inside
This body won`t let you go
But one day I know we`ll walk,
We`ll walk and talk together
I had this dream
Across the room my pillow flies
A child has died

This is winter
The snow falls
The wind blows
Cold in my face

...Winter becomes spring, then summer

(Romans, 8:37-39)