And the snow in February falls, painting winter hollow And the fields they are an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrow And the hills are like sorrow
And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall And your moon will fall
And I found the answer sitting there, worth more than money In the tangle of your angel hair, in your lips like honey
And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be And we were born muddled, but it was meant to be It was meant to be
And your sun will rise again, and your moon will fall And our sun will rise again, and our moon will fall And our moon will fall
And the snow in February falls, painting winter colours And the landscape is an empty sigh, and the hills are like sorrow
Through the endless rage, on the frozen roads On the frozen roads