Браво - 36,6 (English Version)
I hate the blizzards, already.
I’m freezing – winter’s no joy.
How to hang on until April?
I’m so cold. I’m destroyed.
Even petroleum jelly
Can’t heal my cracked lips or joints
Do stay with me. In my belly,
My soul’s weak; needs your voice.
Twenty below, we don’t sleep
Warming ourselves up. It’s late.
Your thirty-seven degrees
Save me from a cold, harsh fate.
I hate the blizzards, already.
From the cold wind I’m annoyed.
How to hang on until April?
I’m so cold. I’m destroyed.
I will not share that we met up.
Our secret trysts. They’re carefree.
I’ll sleep till summer, then get up.
Be with me…
Twenty below, we don’t sleep
Warming ourselves up. It’s late.
Your thirty-seven degrees
Save me from a cold, harsh fate.
Twenty below, we don’t sleep
Warming ourselves up. It’s late.
Your thirty-seven degrees
Save me from a cold, harsh fate.