I am the wind, that howls in water spouts And hides in tress I am the swish of falling on the ground Brown maple leaves Like a restless child, who fears to walk alone These somber streets I'm back again to the place where I belong But no one's there to answer my \"Hello\" And nothing left, but a fierce October cold
Cold is the earth for the vermin Cold is the earth for those, who are from below
One shot for courage, another for the road The night is dark and cold, excitement overload Shadows are growing in the Opera House hall The time is running low, the time to start the show
As eleven times in row Ancient clock rang on the wall Five dozens, dressed as one Has appeared like ghastly swarm Take their seat and warm the hands Grand orchestra of the dead Chattering teeth, they cry for warmth It's too cold for them on Earth Light the candles and decor Let them burn for evermore
Cold is the Earth for the vermin Cold is the Earth for those, who are from below