Glocken Song کے بول

Cold winter night. I hear sweet bells so far That I can barely distinct Between memories and false hopes As white cruel pages I walk beneath the snow As white cruel pages That absorb my scarlet ink Those white cruel pages That I cannot write in Those white cruel pages Whete I left my footprints “Im lost, In this dark forest of dreams I don’t know If I’ll come back ever But I have to pass. I have to.” Surrounded by trees of sadness They’re stuck here forever Growing without meaning Growing to be the same Can’t walk along Can’t change their way There’s the sound of bells again The glocken song flowing through my veins It moves my legs It stabilizes me now Keep walking. Just keep walking through.