I can feel the silence of the wind like a nightinegale that never sings Widows of the the light is all I see the darkest winter memory remains Lonely, afraid them, the voices of wood calling me through the window...silent night. Darkness, tenderness, the sadness of hope, in my heart heart I can feel the cold... I can feel the silence of the wind like a nightinegale that never sings Widows of the the light is all I see the darkest winter memory remains Dying, the rainbow will never appear with the snow in my hands, I scream in tears. Blindly, I tremble like a lonely wolf lost in dark paradise of night. I can feel the silence of the wind like a nightingale that never sings; signs of sorrow flow from within. My heart is dying, the flame suffocates, the snow is falling down and I am breaking down, from this valley of tears to the eternity. And there is no sun...my world becoming black The beauty is dark, like feelings of my heart; I feel alone...