It snowed in the north, in the center, in the south and over the sea. It snowed over the sea. On women and men of all ages and religions. On popular houses. Yes, only among the crowd. Yes, only if you're not. And it snows inside you, even if you say no. And it snows inside you, where you don't know who you are. And it snows over all unrealized dreams. And on those dreams you never loved. And on those dreams you never loved. On those who in the world want to run and bask in the sea. And on those who, instead, want to not think. I'm alone even among everyone, even if I'm with you. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to cry. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to laugh. I'm alone even among everyone, even if I'm with you. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to cry. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to laugh. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to cry. The snow is white, white and snowy. It's not so good. And no, no, no, no, it's not so good. And no, no, no, no, it's not so good. It's not a story for kids. And no, no, no, no, it's not a story for kids. And no, no, no, no, it's not a story for kids. You're just a talker, you're just if you're not. You're just if you don't talk and don't explain why. When you're not the one who listens and can't say who you are. You're alone even among everyone, even if you're with me. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to cry. But maybe if you hug me, I'll be able to laugh.