Spring

Заклинатель Дождя
Spring in my pocket
Winter in my head
And icy blood
Down in my heart
Pulsing red

Spring, I’m gonna lock it
Forever, till it’s dead
Make the key lost
Let there be frost
And not a word be said

The world turn bloody red
I hate to hear it sing
I’m gonna choke it
This Spring in my pocket
Too damn rumpled being