I bite my arm raise self winter, the ice air
Prevent frozen river full of water bind to tears, broken words
Lowered into the well by a criminal, I sip tea at the moment
We may curse the winter drain flow.
Buck closed for winter break I Saontal such times
Kalakeute bite the very term, deep pain in
Men like meat snack nutrients unconsidered dignity of the Virgin,
Temperature increased perception of long-range lid opened border
I extend a long breath of pride in my safe.
I pick up the challenge in the peak of winter
Look for the air wing extend the ice-cold country very secretly.
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