Song: A child's heart

Over snow years, my childish heart,
And there the bird of happiness flew away the cold.
To visit promised, had at the time
A little soul is not lost, hoping and believing.
Lost in vain, I fell to my knees.
A little love is not extinguished, the joy of the snow storms.
Lost in vain, way back to the forgotten
but love is not extinguished, love is not cold.
Lost in vain, visit promised
But love is not extinguished, and the soul is not lost.
The tension of the nerves...
The tension of the nerves...

The tension of the nerves, about to burst,
Who today is not the first one at the start of the trip.
Thoughts is broken on the black rocks,
And the meaning is lost every year from the beginning.