اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Wind chill beckons Winter's secret tale Of the night summer dead. Winter beings disturbed The golden trestles Of winter's virgin bride. Icy winds rang The sleigh bells On the white sleigh ride. The nine maids, On their white ride, Trapped winter's bride. Bare ankles were fettered And legs were spread wide So that winter could come inside. Icy winds rang The sleigh bells On the white sleigh ride. Snow queen Ride free again On your white sleigh ride. The story is always the same: Winter's secret tale Of the night summer died. Icy winds rang The sleigh bells On the white sleigh ride.
