Winter has come to Siberia,
covering the path with snow.
Its certainly not easy to walk,
you step: somehow.
You cant see the roads, everything is white,
no matter where you look: chubby.
And my legs get stuck because
no way to get out.
It was as if I was trapped in the snow,
shackles on the legs.
But I walked around a lot,
White dust is not scary.
covering the path with snow.
Its certainly not easy to walk,
you step: somehow.
You cant see the roads, everything is white,
no matter where you look: chubby.
And my legs get stuck because
no way to get out.
It was as if I was trapped in the snow,
shackles on the legs.
But I walked around a lot,
White dust is not scary.