Snow

Snow

The night was pouring snow like the lacerated pillow of the moon,
Like disco stars boulders on the cities.
The fear of the white whisper, not leaving any traces,
With a flash of the knife in hands, it'll sneak among the houses...

He won't come back, don't wait. The steam freezes the breaths,
He's somewhere halfway of the light of turned on healights,
He's crossing the world along the bed of noisy rivers
Like tunnels of black holes the snow gets through the sorrows.

The diamond pollen of the fading dream of flowers,
Is pouring endlessly over city squares.
And from her to him, there's a run across all the earth.
And it's seems so easy, the white snow is falling...