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Гарний італо-трек в тонах червоного. - Д У Р А - 13-12-2025 10:54 Світ Очима І / Re: Electric Rhythm In My Vein... Останній допис від Wednesday - Сьогодні в 09:54       Гарний італо-трек в тонах червоного.     I taste the iron in the wind The way wolves taste the snow  Forgotten pain inside Wakes up and lets me know That you and I Are temporary miracles of heat  Two brief rebellions Stitched from pulse and heartbeat. Winter, winter, winter's coming, Music of the cold wind is humming But I see your face so clear, And I feel your heartbeat near. Winter, winter, winter's coming In my eyes you look so stunning Frost can't kill eternal yearning Heart's desire will keep on burning.   The quiet sky is folding Like a letter never read, Soft silver on the treetops Where the summer warmth once spread. We speak in glances now Afraid the words will freeze mid-air  And shatter on the ground Like beads of silent prayer.  Winter, winter, winter's coming, Music of the cold wind is humming But I see your face so clear, And I feel your heartbeat near. Winter, winter, winter's coming In my eyes you look so stunning Frost can't kill eternal yearning Heart's desire will keep on burning. Time strips down to bone Beneath these trying days  The clocks slow down Rivers lose their pace. There's a truth beneath the frost That only lovers seem to find Cold winds reveal the shape Of what we leave behind. Winter, winter, winter's coming, Music of the cold wind is humming But I see your face so clear, And I feel your heartbeat near. Winter, winter, winter's coming In my eyes you look so stunning Frost can't kill eternal yearning Heart's desire will keep on burning. And holding you is something Winter cannot steal Even in the dead of night Our passion will be real. If the world ends in whiteness Let the last thing that I see Be the small, defiant fire, Burning red inside you and me. Winter, winter, winter's coming, Music of the cold wind is humming But I see your face so clear, And I feel your heartbeat near. Winter, winter, winter's coming In my eyes you look so stunning Frost can't kill eternal yearning Heart's desire will keep on burning.