Black Mare - Isa - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It's clear and cold I know. Salt from the sea and the snow. Water in my heart still low. Glaciers are melting so slow. Better to know he's not coming home. Animal screaming in snow. The wind it begins to blow. Silence has taken a hold. I'll keep your pelt for my own. Better to know how frozen the road. Better to know. I held the knife up above. I saw my own reflection. Seven colors of the sun. How could I choose only one?