Boris Grebenshikov ,Winter.

Now that the summer is gone
Snow"s on the ground
I sought and I found
I know what I found is true
But the bitter gray sky
Fades into silence
Only the fire is left
And some say it"s not enough
To carry us through

Days of apple bloom white
Silver and steel
Tales of webs
Spun around a careless heart
I dream of the snow-white seagulls
Crying to show me the way
But I will stay here with you
And nothing will ever come
To tear us apart

Look into my eyes sister
No harm will come to you
Look into my eyes sister
No harm will come to you