
Hot, cold, 2 faces, 1 call
A big light in the white
A great storm at the sun
Delicate is the touch
Of a burned flower in the snow.
This is how a simple thought
Can turn my mind into a storm.
Great is the burn
Great is the sun
The fire is on, the fire is on
Please stop this cold
The cold in the world
Can you breathe in the smoke?
Or is the ice is too heavy?
You need a warm stove
That can keep your heart steady
A white sky is covering the world
And a red soil is wondering alone
The collision of 2 worlds
Would mean the ending of both.
No matter... no anymore
The sea and the land are done
A winter in a burnt glove
This is where we belong
Just waiting for the fall of snow.


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