Текст песни January's Dress - Фиолетовая Версия Правды. Январь

Fear , smiling , arms cuts
Fangs tear the remnants of hope
Seconds suffering. piercing cold
Draws scars crystal sky

No! No! Your voice at the heart
Swallowing blood, shouting : " Believe !
I still dead, but I can see the sun
I still dead, so you will not hear! "

After hundreds of days, I 'll find my house covered with snow
Having built up a star cross, put the point .

Rip thread my horizon !
We are not saved from the flood rushed wounds !

Needle under nails rush me my happiness !