[Verse 1] Ochre on crust — it’s my personal sign to the frost. Marking the border of cold, looking up at the sky. Stars start to shiver in silence, in darkness they're lost, Ringing like tin, in the void sounds a coughing so dry. Catching the crystals by lips — just a prize for a breath, They’re gonna die as they touch any spark of the heat. I breathed the life in this peak that is silent as death, Drowning the silver in glare that the morning will meet. [Verse 2] Stub in my fingers is smoldering — mean little light. I threw a ghostly gray veil in the face of the moon. Street is a scorched-out old track, a draft piercing the night, Shadows are hiding in corners like safe-boxes soon. Clenching my fists in the depths of the pockets so wide, Measuring steps through the night that is empty and long. Thought burned me: "Alone." With no prompter and no one to guide. No one to vanish or stay in this silence so strong. [Chorus] Gold on the white — my trail won't stay, Pockets of void — just copper dust. Life hits you hard, shuts light away, Death only came... to watch the crust. [Bridge] Silence was ripped by a sound from the street — Rhythm of steps that are catching my pace. Loneliness burst, falling down to my feet, Darkness has woven two shapes with no face. Grinning like storefronts, so empty and wide, Two frozen blocks, gripping world in a vise. "We are your Life and your Death," so they cried, Pain in my head from the scream of their lies. [Verse 3] World started tilting. I fell on the ice that was cracked. Death stood in shadow, just watching with eyes like a stone. Life... she was biting, she made her descent and attacked, Stamping in snow, hitting face till she's breaking the bone! Hitting so hard for the love that I never have found, For every breath and for every chance I have lost. I felt the steel of her muscles, her fire unbound, While Death was keeping her bow at a terrible cost! [Chorus] Gold on the white — my trail won't stay, Pockets of void — just copper dust. Life hits you hard, shuts light away, Death only came... to watch the crust! We are just sparks in the dust of the cold, Warming the ash with the breath in our palms. Everything here that we managed to hold — Salt of the blood on our lips and our qualms! [Outro] I rose from haze. And the snow on my cheek was a fire. No Life and no Death. Only wind on my throat like a knife. Wiping the mud, I have seen what I didn't admire: World is transparent. And vast is the cycle of life. Staggering, standing. The pulse in my head like a beat. Living. And robbed. In this February, left all alone. Life took the phone, so that I couldn't try to repeat Calls to the people who've long ago turned into stone.
