Syberia [English translation]

Although July, ice spikes are hanging off my lips,

You’ve greeted me again with blizzard,

You’ve smothered fire, though it still smouldered a bit,

Every day I burn up at your side,

I put the key, up the mouth slit,

Let there be silence,

The eager knife, in drawer’s hide,

Is ready for the parting,

I thought that I will wait

this arctic chill is gone,

Under warm blanket my bones will coil.

I skulk like coward at the polar circle’s edge,

In constant search for the love vector,

I put the key, up the mouth slit,

Let there be silence,

The eager knife, in drawer’s hide,

Is ready for the parting,

• Artist:Monika Brodka
• Album:Granda