WINTER'S TURNED ON ME, A COLD HAND, NO HAND
WHITER THAN PALE HERE, A COLD CHANCE, NO CHANCE
TO KNOW YOU WELL OR TO SHOW YOU JUST HOW I FEEL
SO TELL PETER I'VE GONE
PILLOWS OF THE FOG AND THE BLANKETS OF SNOW
WON'T HELP ME SLEEP WITH YOU
STORMS OF DESIRE AND FREEZING OF LUST
WON'T KEEP ME HERE WITH YOU
WON'T KEEP ME HERE WITH YOU OH, OH!
WINTER'S TURNED YOU PALE, A WHITE GOLD, WHITE COLD
BLEACHED BY YOUR TRIALS, NO GOLD STAMP, COME-BACK
YOU KNOW YOU WELL CAN YOU SHOW ME JUST HOW YOU FEEL
ASLAN GUIDE ME HOME
PILLOWS OF THE FOG AND THE BLANKETS OF SNOW
WON'T HELP ME SLEEP WITH YOU
ICE-CRYSTAL CASTLES AND FREEZINGS OF FIRE
WON'T KEEP ME HERE WITH YOU
WON'T HELP ME SLEEP WITH YOU
WON'T HELP ME BE WITH YOU
IT WON'T HELP ME OUT
NO IT WON'T HELP ME OUT
PLEASE HELP ME OUT
HELP ME OUT
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I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem, like it.