Missing
Once there was white snow at night was cold
And wolves were howling to the full moon
There were old tales by the side of fire place at night
Winter's hands were cold but soul was warm
In the night we were the wonderers of old fairy fantasies
But now fighting in the middle of the hurtful truths
In the white we were the pure snow angels
The world was our playground
But now gathering the autumn's dead leaves in rainy nights
There were white flying fairies in the sky at night
They would carry our thanks to god
Then a summer wind torn us apart
In the night we were the wonderers of old fairy fantasies
But now fighting in the middle of the hurtful truths
In the white we were the pure snow angels
The world was our playground
But now gathering the autumn's dead leaves in rainy nights
Desaparecido
Uma vez que havia neve durante a noite estava fria
E os lobos uivavam para a lua cheia
Havia velhos contos pelo lado da lareira à noite
As mãos de Inverno eram frios, mas a alma estava quente
Na noite é a wonderers de fantasias de fadas antigos
Mas agora lutando no meio das verdades dolorosas
No branco, foram os anjos de neve pura
O mundo era nosso playground
Mas agora recolhendo as folhas mortas do outono em noites chuvosas
Havia fadas que voam brancas no céu à noite
Eles carregam nossas graças a Deus
Em seguida, um vento de verão nos dilacerado
Na noite é a wonderers de fantasias de fadas antigos
Mas agora lutando no meio das verdades dolorosas
No branco, foram os anjos de neve pura
O mundo era nosso playground
Mas agora recolhendo as folhas mortas do outono em noites chuvosas