Syberia [English translation]

Although it's July, icicles are hanging from my lips

You greeted me again with a bin full of ice

You smothered the fire, although it still smouldered a little bit

Every day I burn at your side

I put the key into the narrow slit of the mouth

Let it be silence

The knive is already willing in the cabinet

It's ready for separation

I thought that I'll wait until

This arctic chill is over

Under a warm blanket I'll bend my bones

I lurk like a coward under the polar circle

Looking for the vector of love

I put the key into the narrow slit of the mouth

Let it be silence

The knive is already willing in the cabinet

It's ready for separation

• Artist:Monika Brodka
• Album:Granda