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The silence is to be felt
The silence is here and now
I walk on a white road from my house and over to you
The road is narrow, but it leads me to the warmth at your place
All the old lies now under thick layers of snow
Deep down there hides the soil of a small field
I walk with determined steps on a snow-covered road to the warmth there at your place
I suck with my legs, almost running down, because I have the same as you
I walk with determined steps on a snow-covered road to the warmth there at your place
Aaaaaaaah
We walk in one with the snow, we are everywhere
We fly in the clouds and under the fields, floating with every single snow crystal
Aaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaah