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Snow that falls like hail from the sky,

It will carefully break in your hands,

You'll feel the cold in your palms

Fragile, tender, but lonely.

And my heart will beat wildly in my chest,

Making you think about the past

When this heart was a stranger,

In those hands to which it will never return.

And these thoughts penetrate the soul,

Ripping your mind from the inside out,

And among these walls there is only cold captivity,

Icy and dead, and indifferent to everyone.

And you are looking for a way to forget him,

You give warmth to another to kill love -

It's as stupid as cutting your wrists

Having previously eaten a purgen.

There is so much stupidity and anger in her words,

Because of what quarrels I forgot my feelings.

After all, if you just close your eyes,

The monster in the closet still remains there.

Chorus:

And I found the point where love becomes hate

But you pushed beyond this line...

I really didn't want to cross that line

After all, I won't be able to go back...

Hitting sore spots with needles...

All this is vile, all this is no longer a game...

I'll turn around and just quietly leave,

Leaving you to freeze in this snow...

Verse 2:

Birds fly peacefully across the sky as before,

The waves are still noisy on the shore,

And you, as before, walk around the world,

Only everything is covered in frost and snow.

Fake love won't warm your heart

And it will only create another hole in the chest,

You'll have to wrap yourself in slabs

Despite the sun and heat.

Maybe it's for the better that it's so cold

Sometimes it’s very invigorating in the morning,

After all, we have nevertheless learned to divide souls equally,

But I can’t return it to you.

The windows are frozen, and frost draws patterns,

I become invisible behind the thickness of the ice,

And through blizzards, a storm of cold,

I will never get through to you again.

Chorus:

And I found the point where love becomes hate

But you pushed beyond this line...

I really didn't want to cross that line

After all, I won't be able to go back...

Hitting sore spots with needles...

All this is vile, all this is no longer a game...

I'll turn around and just quietly leave,

Leaving you to freeze in this snow...

And only on that side of the window, I will gently rest my palm, leaving a piece of my warmth in it, so that this trace, not noticeable under a pile of ice, at least occasionally reminds you that I was there and that I am gone forever...