The river floats to December
Freezing by the side
Surrounding the flowers
Don't let them die
Silence is louder than cracking of the skin
Pain is always hidden
Broken wooden boat is sinking in the river
The hands are playing with the leaves
Looking for the pillow
Lord is behind the door
The wind is in the hollow
This man holds on
This man holds on
This man goes on
This man goes to the end
In the secret December again
Looking for the cherry-tree
All the flames are withered
Singing by the waves
Hurting is forgiven
There's a place remind me of the road
Where it leads is forgotten
Looking to the ground
These footprints have to follow
This man holds on
This man holds on
This man goes on
This man goes to the end
In the secret December again
